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Chapter 250

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.

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

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

though Nathael came out on top.

If he knew what happened,

knowing

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conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know

the scary part, what was truly frightening was that

drifted off into deep thought

have experienced a

down, quelling the unease in

later, she called Timmothy

few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled.

want?” Maggie’s tone

had their motives.

deliberately getting close to her and presenting her with this

coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you check out the painting?”

spit it out, what do you want?”

to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his

that the painting was

woman in the painting had her eyes bandaged and her face

the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that

words confirmed Maggie’s

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

throat tightened, and she said in a low voice, “Time and place.”

while. Then, she grabbed a lighter,

up, consuming the painting entirely.

of it, watching the black ashes fall, then turned around and

Are You

afternoon, at the Westin

already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and

that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a

was

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

in hiding his true intentions or perhaps

glanced up from his book and

me.”

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