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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.

his past life, it meant not only her but also Nathael could be in danger.

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

though Nathael came out on

Timmothy remembered things from before? If he knew what happened,

self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she

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the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each time or which encounters were life–threatening showdowns between him

wasn’t the scary part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the

drifted off into deep thought for a while,

the possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that

unease in her

she

after a few rings, sounding

want?” Maggie’s tone

their

by deliberately getting close to her and presenting her with this

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

spit it out, what do you want?”

you mad? I figured you’d be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a

couldn’t deny that the painting was quite beautiful.

in the painting had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars, she

fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that tugged

confirmed Maggie’s suspicions.

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

tightened, and she said in a low

grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom,

up, consuming the painting entirely.

let go of it, watching the black

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afternoon, at the Westin Hotel.

a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, which almost made his pale face

harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with

Timmothy was far from innocent.

tough times herself and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t

hiding his true intentions or perhaps

sat across from Timmothy. He glanced up from his book and said, “I

me.”