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Chapter 287 The Show Begins

Maggie’s heart was in her throat, but she appeared calmer than she felt.

After all, she had come to terms with the reality of the situation. Nathael’s life hung by a thread, and her own path was uncertain. What was there to fear, despite Timmothy being a madman?

She didn’t wish to contemplate that final step, yet her reddened eyes met Timmothy’s gaze with a steady resolve.

After a pause, Timmothy chuckled softly. He tossed the brooch back to her. He looked at her and said deliberately. “If the design of my brooch isn’t beautiful, I’d be upset.”

Maggie quickly caught it. As her anxiety slowly dissipated, she looked at the intact brooch in her hand.

She lowered her eyes. Her long lashes cast a shadow. She silently pocketed the object.

Once she had adjusted her attire, she saw that Timmothy’s wound was almost dealt with. Then, she stood up to continue the climb,

Walking beside her, Timmothy said, “If you deceive me, I’ll take Nathael’s.

His voice carried a note of delight and thrill, hinting at some unspoken excitement.

Maggie couldn’t help but glance at him. She felt a slight relief and said coldly, “If it ends up in his hands, it would be a feat for you to reclaim it.”

His words implied that he didn’t truly intend to kill Nathael.

Otherwise, why would he speak of taking something from a dead man?

Her mood lightened slightly at this statement. She softly asked, “What style do you like?”

Timmothy seemed taken aback by her serious question. After a moment of silence, he said, “The beautiful kind.”

Maggie snickered. She couldn’t resist looking at him again. Their eyes met. His pale pupils had a trace of carnestness akin to that of a fawn, devoid of any malice or madness, making all that had happened seem like a misconception.

He seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.

Forty minutes later, at the summit of Parbo Hill.

The peak was relatively flat, with a moderately old monastery built on top. In front of the monastery stood a thriving banyan tree.

one side was a lovers‘ bridge, heavy with multicolored locks

a relatively cheap price. There were hardly any customers,

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the possibility of getting a message to Nathael without drawing

escape were slim, and even if she did manage to escape, it would take an uncertain amount of time to find anyone, which would be a waste of time.

cafe owner, there

Timmothy approached her and relayed gently, “Nathael’s men are attempting

She turned towards him and quried, “You leave your men at the

her with a smile and asked rhetorically, “How else would Nathael believe you

burning filled the air.

the towering statue. Her large eyes were tinged with redness.

light any candles but simply

long time before finally closing her

would keep Nathael’s safety. If they could ensure his wellbeing, she was willing to exchange

welled up

it was always hers. If there were to be

to Maggie and

her eyes, Maggie gazed directly at a statue and asked

part ways now and live happily apart,” Timmothy said slowly, the faint scent of sandalwood perfume emanating from him, his voice deep

resonant

at him. Her gaze was inquisitive as she asked, “What

He said in a low voice, “Nothing much, just that whatever

words caused Maggie’s chest

her and said maliciously, “I want to destroy everything he

dagger into his heart earlier on, instead of merely leaving

and said, “The show starts now.”

in the monastery with Maggie having no

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Timmothy had someone bring a tablet.

the situation outside the factory on the tablet.