Villain’s Favorite 167

Chapter 167 From Crisis to Family Drama 

Calm, capable people are always expected to step up and do something great. But expecting kids to save the day? That was just wishful thinking. Maya spoke in a steady voice. “Let’s just stay down and keep quiet. And make sure you’re holding on to whatever matters most to you.” 

The others listened without arguing. Each of them tightened their grip on whatever they had- a hair clip, a gem, or anything they didn’t want to lose. 

Then they went still, holding their breath as they waited for Maya to make her move. 

“It’ll be easier for your parents to identify your bodies later.” 

For a brief moment, the room fell silent. 

Then the crying came back, louder than before. 

Maya shrugged, her expression unchanged. 

There wasn’t much she could do anyway. If things really went wrong, she would just reload. 

“Do you think someone will come save us?” Vincent asked in a small, shaky voice. “Like a superhero or something? We’re still kids. I don’t want to die.” 

When people feel helpless, they tend to believe in miracles. They pray, they hope, they cling to anything that might bring a sudden rescue. 

Maya shook her head lightly. “I don’t believe in that. It’s better to rely on yourself.” 

She had already made up her mind. If it came to it, she would reload. 

Just then, the door swung open, and a tall figure staggered inside. 

It was George. 

He glanced around at the crowded room of hostages. A single thought crossed his mind: What a mess, hostages everywhere. 

“Good afternoon, everyone,” he greeted lazily, as if he had just walked into a casual gathering. 

Luna lifted her eyes and looked at him. “Did someone shoot you?” she asked, her gaze sharp. “Why is there a hole in your clothes?” 

George lowered his head to check. Over the left side of his chest, there was a scorched bullet hole, the edges burned dark. 

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“My brother shot me,” he said, still sounding a little shaken. “Good thing I was wearing a vest. Otherwise, I’d probably be dead by now.” 

“That’s something.” Luna let out a dry laugh; she had opened her eyes today. “You brothers really don’t go easy on each other.” 

George didn’t respond. 

Instead, he walked toward the group of trembling kids. Without much thought, he kicked two of them aside to clear his path. 

They rolled away in panic, scrambling back with tears in their eyes. 

Finally, he found the one he was looking for. 

Maya. 

She was tightly bound, curled up in the corner, squeezed in by a few clueless kids until she looked small and crumpled. 

George bent down and lifted her up. 

His movements were gentle and natural, like he was picking up a kitten. 

“Hey, Maya.” His voice softened as he spoke. “See? After all this time, you still ended up in my hands.” 

In the security room, the tense atmosphere shifted in an instant, turning strangely quiet. 

The kidnappers stopped what they were doing one after another, then turned their heads in unison, staring at them. 

“George?” Luna frowned. “Why are you holding a hostage?” 

George tilted his head slightly. His amber eyes curved faintly, though his tone stayed calm and flat. 

“I just found out Maya is my little sister.” 

He paused for a moment before adding, almost casually, “I don’t care what kind of deal you’re making. I’m taking her with me.” 

Blood didn’t matter to George. If someone felt like family, then they were family. 

He cared a lot about that family. “If it really comes down to it,” he said, “maybe you’d rather talk to my dad than deal with me?” 

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At least he could still negotiate. 

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But Raymond was different. He was the type who either did nothing or killed everyone that got in his way. 

George bent down and untied the rope around Maya’s wrists. 

Maya stared at him for a while, like her mind had drifted somewhere else. She suddenly snapped back to reality. She grabbed his shirt-right at the big tear in it—and yanked hard. Rip. 

His already wrecked white shirt was now even worse. 

Maya didn’t seem to notice. She just looked at him, eyes wide. “You’re my brother for real?” 

“Yup, yup,” George said, not bothered at all by what she did. He leaned in close, all smiles. “Surprised? Didn’t see that coming?” 

Maya fell silent. You are so dead. 

“I’m telling Mom!” she shouted, raising her voice. “You actually kidnapped me!!” 

George’s smile froze. 

At the same time, Maya’s classmates started yelling and crying all over again. 

“Maya! Your brother is working with the kidnappers?!” Vincent shouted the loudest. 

The kids suddenly stopped crying. Stopped making noise. 

They just stayed there, stunned. One thought kept flashing through their heads. 

Wait, the sister of a kidnapper has been right next to us this whole time?! 

“Maya! I knew it!” Someone shouted. “Anyone who messed with you at school disappeared the next day! So your brother took care of them, right? That’s what really happened!” 

They all looked like they had just figured everything out. And the way they stared at Maya now, like she was the final villain in a horror movie. 

Maya had no words. 

“No. That’s not it. Seriously. Let me explain.” 

As for how George figured out Maya’s identity, we have to go back to half an hour earlier. 

After he split up with Maya, George couldn’t stop thinking about his plan to knock his brothers out cold, tying them up, and dragging them 

away. 

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