Villain’s Favorite 238

Chapter 238 Total Devotion 

“Maya.” 

“What now? You’re so chatty today.” 

George was quiet for a moment, as if he had something to say but couldn’t decide whether to say it. 

He’d always understood that in this dysfunctional family, Maya-small and seemingly powerless-was the one who was truly special. 

He just hadn’t been able to grasp why his brothers and parents treated her differently. 

Now, he was beginning to understand. 

“If… if you don’t mind my past…” His voice drifted into an unconscious murmur, almost like a plea. It was as if every wall he’d ever built had come down, like a cat rolling over to expose its softest, most vulnerable 

parts. 

“Could I… give you everything I have?” 

George was the type who, once he decided on something, committed to it completely. Irreversibly. 

The gravity in his voice made him unrecognizable from the usual lazy, smiling version of himself. 

Maya was silent in his arms for a moment. “Does that mean you’ll do whatever I say?” 

“You could put it that way.” 

“Then, I don’t want instant noodles anymore.” 

She was seriously going to cry if she had to eat them again. 

She’d liked them at first. 

But after seven straight days, the sight of the packaging made her want to vomit. 

If she went back and found another cup of instant noodles waiting for her, she would simply cease to function. 

“Done.” He agreed without a beat of hesitation. “I can cook, too,” 

Maya thought for a second, then asked, genuinely curious, “So, if I killed you someday, that’d be okay too?” 

“Sure. I wouldn’t be mad.” 

Maya almost resented how naive he was about these things. 

She’d been wondering-back when Liam had first stabbed George, the wound hadn’t been fatal. So how had Liam managed to escape unscathed? 

So, it had all been George’s subconscious leniency. Every bit of it. 

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Chapter 238 Total Devotion 

“Don’t die on me, George. I’ll cry. Although I wouldn’t shed actual tears, it would still hurt ” 

George caught the odd phrasing. 

She hadn’t used a hypothetical. 

Not “wouldn’t” or “might.” She’d said, “although.” 

As if, from her perspective, she’d already watched him die once. 

Then again, kids often spoke in fragments. Maybe he was reading too much into it. 

But if he really had died once, and she’d grieved for him-that thought made him feel a strange flutter of happiness, tinged with the smallest regret. Because if he hadn’t been there to see it with his own eyes, it felt like a perfectly good death gone to waste. 

“Maya, even if you wanted Grandpa’s position, I’d fight for it on your behalf.” 

On the way downstairs, he was still trying to prove his devotion. 

Maya shut him down without mercy. “I don’t want to be the family head. Honestly, my dream is to grow up to be like Mom.” 

“…Mom?” 

Maya nodded, chin resting on his shoulder. “But I’m still miles and miles away from that.” 

Mom’s first mission had definitely not ended with her crying like this. 

Mom would have been younger than her. And infinitely calmer. 

“What? No way.” 

George’s mood lifted, his voice rising with it. 

“You’re a sharpshooter, Maya. A hundred percent hit rate.” 

Two shots. Both hits. 

At over 1,300 feet, without a spotter-even a young Raymond couldn’t have done much better. 

He didn’t ask how she’d pulled it off. He didn’t ask how she knew to be there. He didn’t question any of the impossibilities. 

He just praised her. Sincerely, wholeheartedly. 

A little past six. Full daylight. 

Brother and sister walked down the stairs. 

And stepped together into the light. 

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Chapter 238 Total Devotion 

Even the most hardened criminals, when they gathered in the same workspace day after day, couldnt escape that unmistakable office-drone energy. 

“Morning.” 

Someone leaned back in a desk chair with a lazy wave. The backrest bent to a precarious angle. 

Maya was still wrapped in George’s jacket, rubbing her eyes. 

George had carried her the entire way back. Draped over his shoulder, she was getting drowsy after the fact. 

“Morning,” she mumbled. 

A girl kicked off the ground and rolled over on her chair, person and all. “Hey, Maya, did you use up what I gave you?” 

“Here.” 

Maya snapped awake, unzipped her backpack, rummaged for a second, and handed it back. 

The girl took it, weighed it in her hand, arched an eyebrow, and rolled away without further questions. 

The whole base was saturated with a faint, sluggish vibe. 

Being cooped up in here all day could literally make a person grow mold. 

Only the most dedicated shut-ins could tolerate it. 

On the way back, George had made her eat something first. Maya had been a little sleepy after the meal, but once they got back to base and her brain replayed the night’s events, sleep became impossible. 

She carried her backpack to her room. 

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