Villain’s Favorite 89

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This Time, Ill Be the Villains Favorite Daughter

Chapter 89 A Story from the Past

Based on the few clues he had, Thomas was almost certain that the child was his daughter.

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Maya and Alfred were only a year apart in age, their birthdates too close together. The chances of Maya being biologically theirs were slim.

On top of that, he had investigated the orphanage. There had been a girl there who looked very similar to Lawrence.

That only strengthened his confidence.

“Maya is your classmate, right, Kaia?”

Kaia looked up and nodded softly, her voice sweet. “Yes, Dad. She sits diagonally behind me.”

“Then…” Thomas carefully chose his words, trying not to sound too strange. “Could you help Dad with something? Try to get a strand of her hair or something she uses often?”

The moment he said it, even he felt how creepy it sounded.

He quickly corrected himself. “Just the hair. With the root. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try…” Kaia pressed a finger to her lips. “But why do you want her hair, Dad?”

She might be young, but she was sensitive to these things.

Her father had always been indifferent to everything. This was the first time he’d asked her for help, and it was for someone else.

That made her unhappy.

Thomas didn’t want to answer.

He lowered his gaze, his expression indifferent. When he spoke, his tone carried a familiar pressure, “Kaia, didn’t I tell you? Only obedient children are liked.”

Kaia pursed her lips. “I… I understand.”

Reluctantly, she agreed. “I’ll find a way.

“Anyway, you love me the most, right?”

Thomas didn’t respond.

The one he cared about most was his biological child.

“You don’t even have to say it. I know you love me the most.” Kaia buried her face against his knee, her voice soft.

After all, they were family.

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Chapter 89 A Story from the Past

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Family drama played out in every household with children. Raymond had flown overseas overnight and didn’t even bother adjusting to the time difference.

He had the mindset of a true workaholic. If it didn’t kill him, he’d push himself harder.

Now, sipping coffee to stay awake, his eyes were exhausted, but his mind was sharp.

Yawning, Raymond leaned over his desk, obediently video-calling his wife.

He already knew what Thomas was after.

But Wendy was still in the dark, still trying to figure it out.

Raymond leaned back in his chair, his voice lazy. “Want to hear a story, honey?”

“What kind of story?”

Resting his chin on his fist, he said, “I’ve met Kaia before.”

Raymond had seen all kinds of people, especially those at the top of wealth and power.

Assassins and mercenaries operated in a small, closed circle. There were only so many clients at the top.

And Thomas was undoubtedly among the richest.

“I worked as a bodyguard for a while. You remember that, right?”

Wendy nodded.

Back then, Raymond had completely fallen out with his family, leaving with almost nothing. He had been suppressed by his own father and younger brother, their assets frozen, their cash flow cut off.

So when he needed money, he took any job he could get.

“There was one time overseas,” Raymond continued, “when I video-called you while holding a little girl. I asked if you wanted to adopt her. Remember?”

Wendy thought for a moment. “Oh! I remember! That time you were in South Micarea or somewhere? You video-called me, and there were gunshots everywhere.”

The screen had been filled with smoke and chaos. Raymond held a little girl in one arm, looking completely

calm.

Gunfire echoed in the background. She had thought he was literally on a battlefield.

“Honey, I’ve got a kid here with no biological parents. Want to raise her?”

Raymond held up the crying little girl. “If you do, I’ll bring her home.”

Faced with the terrified child, Wendy had thought he’d suddenly grown a conscience and wanted to adopt an orphan.

“Really? You rescued her from a war zone?”

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