Villain’s Favorite 230

Chapter 230 The “Friend” 

“Want a drink?” Liam swirled his own glass. 

“I’m good.” George sat down. 

Liam didn’t push. He slid the second glass closer to his own side. 

He noticed George seemed to be in a good mood today. 

“What’s up with you? What’s got you so cheerful?” 

George rarely mentioned his family around Liam. In the three years they’d known each other, their conversations had mostly revolved around other things. 

But today, he actually wanted to share. 

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“… My sister’s been acting weird lately,” he said, his voice carrying something hard to name. “Especially last night. 

“First, she hugged me and rattled off a whole list of requests. Then, she told me she’s decided to follow in Mom’s footsteps and go into the family business of killing people and burning things down.” 

George was almost laughing as he said it. 

In his eyes, Maya had always been a rabbit-quick, clever, the first to bolt when danger showed up. The dead-serious way she’d delivered that speech last night was adorable. 

Liam set his glass down. His expression shifted. 

First came a flash of surprise. Then, something cold settled into his eyes. 

He’d met Maya once. 

The impression hadn’t been good. 

No manners, sharp tongue, and the way she’d looked at him-like she was sizing up something dirty. 

He’d never encountered a little girl that rude. 

And when the words “killing people and burning things down” hit his ears, his expression went cold on instinct. 

“Have you taken her to see a doctor?” 

“…What?” George’s smile faltered. 

“Does she have antisocial personality disorder?” Liam’s tone was dead serious. “I seem to recall your family’s line of work isn’t exactly… conventional.” 

George’s eyebrow lifted slightly. 

“Not exactly conventional” had always been Liam’s euphemism for the Clarks. 

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Whenever the topic of family came up, George would deflect with vague answers. He didn’t want to argue about it. 

But today felt different. 

“I don’t even want to get into your sister,” Liam said, as if he’d finally found an opening. “She’s beyond rude. 

“She’s never going to amount to anything good.” 

Liam picked up his glass and took a sip. The alcohol was hitting. The memory of Maya’s humiliation surged back. His face flushed with resentment. “She’s a bad seed.” 

In his view, a potential future menace to society should be snuffed out while they were still young. 

George’s smile vanished completely. 

His delicate face went still. His lips pressed together-slowly, tightly, one millimeter at a time. 

“You seem to have a pretty strong opinion about my sister?” 

He might be insensitive to the nuances of good and evil, but he wasn’t stupid. 

If Liam’s feelings toward George still carried a trace of frustrated affection-a desire to “save” him-then the disgust that surfaced whenever Maya’s name came up was unmistakable. 

It was so blatant that George didn’t need any skill in reading people to feel it. 

George was not happy. 

“I’ve seen a lot of kids, George.” Liam set his glass down, leaned forward, and laced his fingers on the table. “My sister’s friends are all around her age, and none of them act that… abnormal. 

“I’m a good judge of character.” 

After saying that, he expected George to nod and move on, the way he always did. 

Liam believed his judgment was correct. 

That girl was abnormal, had no upbringing, and would definitely become a menace. 

He even began to think-the snipers and gunmen outside were already in position. Once the job was done, having them take care of the girl, too, wouldn’t be difficult. 

Nip the problem in the bud. Before she grew up and became a threat to society. 

The thought made a full loop in his head. He didn’t say it out loud. 

But the eagerness to eliminate a future threat practically leaked from his eyes. 

George had always known that Liam had an unusually powerful sense of justice-far beyond the average person’s. 

Before, he’d never thought much of it. 

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Liam cared about how he was doing. That concern was genuine, even if it always came wrapped in a slightly condescending attitude. 

But the moment that sense of justice was aimed at Maya, every trace of George’s goodwill evaporated. 

He looked at Liam. 

Liam was still talking, lips moving, face twisted with disgust and lofty judgment. 

He was passing sentence on Maya. 

But he’d only met her once. 

He didn’t know her at all. 

Disgusting. 

George drew a quiet breath. 

Then, he spoke. “You’re a good judge of character.” 

The boy repeated Liam’s own words. His tone carried something subtle. 

Liam finally stopped. 

George regarded him with a slow, unblinking gaze. 

It was a look Liam had never seen before. 

George’s eyes were cold. Sinking. 

“Then, did you happen to notice—” 

A pause.”—that I’m a little angry right now?” 

George’s voice carried a polite ghost of a smile. His eyes held none. 

The room went quiet. 

There were two glasses on the table. One untouched, one half-empty. Under the dim light, they cast pale 

shadows. 

Liam had been shut down. His lips pressed tight, then relaxed into that habitual, faintly condescending composure. “Angry? What are you angry about? Don’t tell me I’m wrong.” 

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