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Chapter 241 Expressing Her Wishes.

The following day, in the early hours, Maggie awoke to a wave of intense pain. Her mind felt foggy and heavy, as if struggling to emerge from a deep slumber. The pain coursing through her ankle was particularly excruciating, making it nearly impossible for her to even lift it.

Maggie furrowed her brow as she struggled to sit up. It was only then that she realised, perhaps as a result of yesterday’s ordeal, that her once–reduced swelling in her ankle had flared up again.

Now, it appeared as though someone had meticulously tended to it, wrapping it with thick bandages.

As her fingers extended, she made contact with it, drawing in a sudden inhale.

It’s true that happiness invariably transforms into sadness.

The day prior, with a sense of illness and minimal discomfort in her foot, she dismissed it lightly. Engaging in both driving and drinking, she failed to grasp gravity. Now, she finds herself right back where she started today.

Glancing sideways, Maggie observed Nathael’s absence, pondering whether he was occupied elsewhere.

Clad in a gentle nightgown, her recollection was hazy. She faintly remembered drifting off on Nathael’s back afterwards.

Upon arriving home, Nathael assisted her with a brief shower, and she complied in a foggy state. Subsequently, she slipped into complete unconsciousness.

As she rubbed her forehead, Maggie acknowledged the consequences of drinking, uncertain if she had uttered anything nonsensical.

Maggie rose and checked her phone, discovering a video message from Mia

Upon opening it, she couldn’t resist arching an eyebrow.

The video displayed her intoxicated performance on the piano at the nightclub from the previous evening.

In contrast to her meticulously dressed demeanour with Nathael earlier that day, she now wore a white dress amidst dimly lit and bustling surroundings.

Vividly illuminated by an array of colourful lights, the nighttime scene enveloped the stage in a mesmerising and enigmatic aura.

Under the dimly lit ambience, the rich hues of dark red, deep blue, and emerald green interplayed, creating a shimmering spectacle.

With her hair casually pulled back, exposing her slender neck, she sat on the stage, her back turned to the crowd, engrossed in playing music.

Surrounded by an aura of isolation, everything seemed centred around her, as if she were the focal point. The dim red lights enveloped/her white dress in a layer of gothic crimson, imparting an air of mystery and

allure.

Amidst the chaos and commotion, the bustling environment faded into the background, while a sense of

performance.

it somewhat amateurish, lacking the polish of a professional production. Moreover, Mia recorded it on a

the decision to utilise the video, leveraging her past renown to generate attention,

the directive, “Arrange for the previous

a reply, Maggie messaged Mia succinctly:

given the absence of a response.

to rise for a glass of water, a message from Timmothy appeared

require Mr.–Hudson’s assistance with some medicine? Though its efficacy may not be

glanced at his message, her expression a

likely wasn’t alluding to her foot injury but rather to the “Dream Venom” that had afflicted her.

dynamics between Timmothy and Nathael, she opted to postpone any meetings with

so there’s

cure her “Dream Venom,” Maggie preferred to await updates from Lucas

of this poison for quite a while,

have some fresh concepts regarding the villa that I’d like to discuss with you personally!

message popped up

drifting to the task she had taken from him, which only

really want?” she

I

considered reaching out to Timmothy for clarification or passing the task to

quickly dismissed the

his refusal. Additionally, since she had undertaken this task voluntarily, it wouldn’t be suitable to decline it at this juncture.

she nondered. Timmothy’s phone rang suddenly. breaking the silence..

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momentarily startled before picking up the call.

me? Timmothy inquired slowly, his

colour.

just that I’ve been feeling unwell

his gaze, idly fingering a string of emerald beads in his

at a

thus far, he has not posed any threat to her.

Nathael, our friendship will cease to

lifted his inquired, “Do you

furrowed her brow,

gaze and

consider meeting me face–to–face? I had something

moment,” Maggie replied after a moment of silence, maintaining her

Timmothy conceded, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, before lapsing

end the call, Maggie announced before disconnecting