Villain’s Favorite 178

Chapter 178 Blood Doesn’t Make a Family 

George let out a snort of laughter. 

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He wasn’t exactly a nice guy. After laughing, he calmly cocked his gun. His eyes lit up, like he’d just found a new toy. “So you’re the super rich guy who can pay us five billion?” he said. 

“If I shoot you, do I get to inherit your money?” 

He looked eager to try. His finger brushed lightly over the trigger. 

Alfred tugged on Maya’s sleeve and quietly pulled her back. 

If things turned ugly, there was a good chance things would get bloody. 

Raymond watched Maya closely. 

When he saw how strongly she resisted and how she hid behind him, he couldn’t tell if he felt relieved or pleased. 

He pulled her closer to his side. His grip tightened a little, like he was afraid she might run, or like he was making a claim. 

Then he looked at Thomas. “Her real father shows up only now?” His voice was calm, almost emotionless. The gun at his waist was already in his hand. 

“Why don’t you just go to hell?” 

Raymond raised the gun. His face stayed neutral, but his words were full of cold malice. 

In that instant, the private mercenaries around them all raised their guns. Dozens of dark barrels pointed at Thomas. 

The situation snapped tight. 

The night wind blew past. No one spoke. Only the sharp clicks of safeties being switched off filled the air. 

Thomas didn’t move. 

He stood there, calm. His eyes swept over the guns, then settled on Raymond. He met his head-on, without flinching. 

gaze 

“Your family mixed up with organized crime?” 

Raymond didn’t answer. The corner of his mouth moved slightly. It almost looked like a smile, 

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but not quite. 

“The Clarks, right?” 

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Seeing so many private mercenaries, Thomas had finally guessed who Maya’s adoptive father 

was. 

A family that operated overseas. They dealt in both legal and illegal business. Weapons, money laundering, assassinations-anything that made money fast. Most of their companies were based abroad. 

In this country, they preferred a different method. They put wealthy people on a “death list” and forced them to pay. 

Refuse and one day, you might die in an “accident.” 

You wouldn’t be wrong to say everyone hated that family. 

And yet, no matter how much people cursed them in private, they still paid up to make sure they weren’t the next one to die. 

Thomas had been a regular on that list. 

He had never imagined that one day, he would be standing face to face with the Clarks. 

And standing beside them was his real daughter. 

“I don’t want any trouble with you, Mr. Clark. I just want to take my daughter home.” 

His voice was a little hoarse. 

Thomas looked at the child hiding behind Raymond. 

“I’m her biological father,” he said, slow and clear. “Whether you accept it or not, she is my daughter. I’ll make it up to her. I lost her when she was one year old. My wife thought about her every day, right up until she died.” 

Thomas ignored the guns aimed at him, which were ready to fire at any moment. “I just want to take her home. The child belongs with her family.” 

Every word hit Raymond right where it hurt. 

Even Maya felt a chill run through her body. 

Was this jerk not afraid of dying? 

She held on to Raymond’s hand. Maya could feel how tense his fingers were, how much force 

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he was holding back. 

Maya had a bad feeling. If she didn’t say something soon, things might go very wrong. 

So she stepped out from behind Raymond and spoke first. 

“You’re talking about me, right?” 

Her voice was calm, even though the air around them felt ready to snap at any second. 

She tightened her grip on Raymond’s hand, her fingers pressing a little harder, as if trying to borrow some courage from his warmth. 

Raymond’s lips slowly pressed into a thin line. 

He lowered his gaze and looked at her hand and the slight tremble in her fingers. 

In the end, the hand holding the gun shifted a little, but he didn’t pull the trigger. 

Raymond kept looking at her. 

It felt like everyone else was staring at her too. 

Maya had always wanted to be invisible, like a little mouse in the corner, not the center of attention like this. 

All those eyes on her made her uneasy. 

“Mr. Jackson, Maya tried to stay polite. She looked at him like he was a stranger. “I don’t care about the family you’re talking about. As far back as I can remember, I grew up in an orphanage. And I was doing fine there.” 

Sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep at night, she wondered what her life would’ve been like if Thomas had never taken her away. 

After thinking it through, the answer was simple. She would’ve had a normal life. 

“Honestly, even without you-without anyone-I would’ve grown up just fine. No matter what I end up doing, I’ll take care of myself. I never expected anything from you.” 

Maya bit her lip. Her eyes turned a little wet, not for anyone else, just for herself. 

“I don’t need you to make up to me,” she said, clear and steady, one word at a time. “Just don’t come looking for me.” 

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