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Chapter 287

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.

scattered around, selling their products. On one side was a lovers‘ bridge, heavy with multicolored locks that bore the weathering of sun and rain, fading from

cheap price.

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the possibility of getting a message to

manage to escape, it would take

owner, there doesn’t seem

moment, Timmothy approached her and relayed gently, “Nathael’s men are attempting to break into

and quried, “You leave

with a smile and asked rhetorically, “How else

filled the air. The atmosphere was serene and deep.

Her large eyes were tinged with redness.

candles but simply balled

long time before

were any divine beings overseeing this world, they would keep Nathael’s safety. If they could ensure his

welled up in Maggie’s eyes.

there were to be any punishment, she was

the candle, Timmothy returned to Maggie

Maggie gazed directly at a statue and asked softly. “Is it hard

why drag my cousin into this? Better to part ways now and live happily

resonant

was inquisitive as she asked,

light chuckle, Timmothy’s eyes fixed on Maggie. He said in a low voice, “Nothing much, just

caused Maggie’s chest to

maliciously, “I

should have stabbed that dagger into his heart earlier on, instead of merely

said, “The

and walked towards a room in the monastery with Maggie having no choice

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follow.

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room, Timmothy had someone bring a tablet. He placed it

situation outside

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