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Chapter 250 Are You Threatening Me?

The painting depicted not a stranger but a woman.

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The woman’s eyes were covered with thick white bandages, and her face was crisscrossed with numerous scars, grotesque and terrifying.

Even though Maggie had never seen herself disfigured and blinded in her past life, at this moment, she could recognise that the person in the painting was her.

Not only did the gouged–out eyes and destroyed face resemble hers, but so did the face itself.

Maggie’s throat tightened, and her heart raced.

Was this from Timmothy?

Or did someone else slip it in?

No, it must be from Timmothy. When he mentioned that so–called friend, Maggie always found it odd and suspicious.

But she never imagined that Timmothy would have someone deliver it to her and then act like nothing happened.

Maggie pushed aside her growing unease and picked up the painting, taking a closer look.

The scars on the woman’s face were like a roadmap of pain, and only those who had lived through such agony would recognise each one’s precise location.

Many times later, her fingertips traced over those scars.

Now, looking at the woman’s face in the painting, Maggie couldn’t help but notice the uncanny resemblance to her past scars.

Timmothy had seen me before.

Wait, had he… also been reborn?

How could that even be possible?

If he didn’t have memories from his past life, how could all of this make sense?

At that moment, Maggie couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease.

he did remember his past life, it meant not

they were always at odds, engaging in both open and covert

though Nathael came out on top.

before? If he knew what happened, he’d have an advantage.

her past self for not knowing

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of the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the

was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the answers.

off into deep thought for a

possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so close to

glanced down, quelling the unease in

few minutes later, she

rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is everything

Maggie’s

had their

what did Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to her and presenting

seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you check

what do you want?” Maggie

curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a

deny that the painting was

had her eyes bandaged and her face

hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating

confirmed Maggie’s

spoke again, his tone gentle, while his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the sunlight. “Wanna

she said in a low voice, “Time and

painting in her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up,

shot up, consuming the

it, watching the black ashes fall,

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three in the afternoon, at the Westin Hotel.

Maggie arrived, Timmothy was already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, which almost made his pale face

carrying a youthful vibe with a hint

knew Timmothy was far from innocent.

and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd

and hinted at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his

his book and

me.”