Villain’s Favorite 218

Chapter 218 Two Cups 

Though whenever Wendy found out, she’d usually shove his head into a trash can to think about what he’d 

done. 

George didn’t really understand how normal people raised kids. Based on everything he’d observed from his own parents, not starving the child to death already counted as excellent parenting. 

“Pfft.” One of the men in the room caught sight of the little girl trailing behind him and nearly choked on his latte. “Yours?” 

“No.” George reached back and cupped the back of her head, pulling her close. His eyes curved into two perfect arcs, his voice light and lilting, almost like he was singing. “She’s my sister. My little sister.” 

His lips curled as he said it, the last syllable lifting with a strange, unmistakable pride he couldn’t quite hide. 

The base went quiet for a second. 

Then the guy who’d choked on his latte stared wide-eyed. “Wait, you’re not an orphan?” 

George turned. “You all thought I was an orphan?” 

“Uh, yeah.” A girl nearby, mid-bite into an apple, answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve literally never mentioned anyone from your family. And let’s be real, people in our line of work don’t usually come from happy homes.” 

Some had turned to crime because they were broke. Others were high-IQ cases warped by family trauma. And then there were the orphans who’d taught themselves the trade. Well-adjusted people from loving families didn’t exactly flock to this industry. 

George thought about it. He really never did talk about home. There wasn’t much to say. 

His parents were busy with their own brand of chaos, everyone doing their own thing, and he’d been drifting around on his own for so long that he might as well have been an orphan. 

He didn’t bother explaining. 

Maya followed behind him. The base was more normal than she’d expected. No creepy underground bunker, no armory lined wall-to-wall with weapons and ammunition. 

Just a regular office with desks, swivel chairs, computer monitors, and scattered personal junk everywhere. 

A mini fridge sat in one corner, its door plastered with sticky notes that read things like Someone buy milk, Who took my yogurt, and I will kill you tomorrow. The kind of harmless nonsense you’d find in any breakroom. 

Except one wall nearby was covered in photographs of people she didn’t recognize, densely packed and pinned in rows. Some of the faces were circled in red marker. None of it looked friendly. 

George dropped onto the couch in the lounge and handed Maya the fruit tea in his hand, then went to grab himself a latte. He liked his drinks sweet. 

But Maya didn’t care much for fruit tea either. The lime in it always tasted a little bitter to her. She eyed his latte, then decisively lifted her cup and nudged it toward him. “Can we trade?” 

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George didn’t even look back. “In your dreams.” 

Shot down, but undeterred, she raised the fruit tea higher, practically shoving it into his face. “Okay, then you take my fruit tea and I’ll just order delivery. A fresh one.” 

She felt like it’d been ages since she’d had a real latte from a delivery app. Home-cooked meals were healthy and all, sure. But junk food just hit different. 

“You have money to be ordering delivery? Kids shouldn’t be blowing cash. Finish what’s in your hand first. Don’t waste food, Maya.” 

George tossed the line out without lifting his head. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help messing with her every single time. 

The patronizing dad energy was suffocating, and it only made Maya angrier. She reached out and slammed her palm down on the back of his head from behind. “Then drink it yourself. Both cups. They’re yours!” 

George’s face smashed into his laptop keyboard. A string of garbled characters scrolled across the screen. 

He let out a muffled grunt, unbothered, and reached up with a grin of his own to press down on Maya’s head right back. 

“You’re really giving me both? So generous, Maya. But you should drink too. Your big brother worries about you.” 

The two of them stood there pressing each other’s heads down, eyes locked, neither willing to give an inch. 

“I don’t want the fruit tea. I want the latte!” 

“We can’t get delivery out here.” 

Maya looked at him in disbelief. She couldn’t fathom someone being so broke they couldn’t even afford a single latte. 

She let go of his head, circled around to his side, grabbed his collar, and yanked it backward. Hard. 

“Where’s your money, George?” 

He stiffened, the collar tightening against his throat, his breath catching for just a second. Little menace. 

George nearly got strangled to death, and in that moment, he figured her out completely. The good-girl act was exactly that, an act. The second she decided someone wasn’t a threat, she pushed every boundary she could find. 

Underneath it all, he could see her real personality had a wild streak to it, something a little reckless, a little 

untamed. 

Maybe it was the years at the orphanage that had taught her to keep it locked down, all those feelings pressed flat. But now, with that weight lifting, there was something bright about her, like sky breaking through after a long stretch of fog. 

And, honestly, a little too lively for comfort. 

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He sat there with her fist bunched in his collar, half-helpless, and leg his voice go soft with the resignation of a man who’d accepted his fate. 

“That actually hurts, Maya. Didn’t I already tell you? I gambled it all away. Every last cent.” 

“I was actually about to head out and rob somebody for some spending money. Wanna come?” 

Maya had nothing to say to that. 

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