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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.

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

at odds, engaging in both open and

came out on

remembered things from before? If he knew

her past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she

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she know the risks Nathael faced each time or which encounters were life–threatening

truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the

drifted off into deep thought

possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth

quelling the unease in her eyes,

she

after a few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is everything okay?”

you want?” Maggie’s tone

their

getting close to her and presenting her

He smiled and asked, “Did you check out

spit it out, what do you want?” Maggie pressed, her

be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy

the painting was quite beautiful.

eyes bandaged and her face marked

breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that

confirmed Maggie’s

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

tightened, and she said in

Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed

consuming

watching the black ashes fall, then turned around

Are You

in the afternoon, at the Westin Hotel.

Timmothy was already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window,

appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint of innocence.

was far from innocent.

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

hinted at his skill in hiding his true intentions or

his book and said, “I thought you were

me.”

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