Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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.

their products. On one side was a lovers‘ bridge, heavy with multicolored locks that bore

bridge was a cafe offering simple drinks at a relatively cheap price.

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possibility of getting a message to Nathael without

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

and the cafe owner, there doesn’t seem to be any

and relayed gently, “Nathael’s

frowned. She turned towards him and quried, “You

a smile and asked rhetorically, “How

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

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

but simply

for a long time before finally closing her eyes gently.

there were any divine beings overseeing this world, they would keep Nathael’s safety. If they could ensure his wellbeing, she was willing to exchange

sourness welled up in Maggie’s eyes.

were to be any punishment, she was ready to

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

eyes, Maggie gazed directly at a statue and

Better to part ways now and live happily apart,” Timmothy said slowly, the

resonant

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

fixed on Maggie. He said in a low

Maggie’s chest to

her and said maliciously, “I

side was clenched tightly. She should have stabbed that dagger into his heart earlier on, instead of merely leaving

said, “The show starts now.”

walked towards a room in the monastery with

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

the situation outside the factory on the