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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.

with multicolored locks that

at a relatively cheap price. There were

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of getting a

chances of escape were slim, and even if she did manage to escape, it

the vendors and the cafe owner,

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

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

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

monastery, the scent of candles burning filled the air. The atmosphere was serene

towering statue. Her large eyes were

light any candles but

statue for a long time

would keep Nathael’s safety. If they could

welled up in Maggie’s

nothing wrong; it was always hers. If there were to be

the candle, Timmothy returned to Maggie and asked, “What wish did

glint in her eyes, Maggie gazed directly at a statue and asked softly. “Is it

and live happily apart,” Timmothy said slowly, the faint scent of sandalwood perfume emanating from him,

resonant

as

low voice, “Nothing much, just

Maggie’s chest to clench.

her and said maliciously, “I want to destroy

should have stabbed that dagger into his heart earlier on, instead of merely leaving a mark on his face.

smiled and said, “The show starts now.”

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

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simply furnished room, Timmothy had someone bring a tablet. He placed

clearly saw the situation outside the factory on the