Let’s start all over again,shall we?

hapter 376 The Villain Dies from Excessive Talking

Maggie found herself tumbling to the ground in a bewildered state. What set this existence apart from her previous one was her unwavering consciousness throughout.

“Ms. Cameron, the person has arrived. You may settle the supplementary charge at your convenience, a foreign male voice reverberated.

Moments later, the sound of footsteps drew nearer. Sierra observed Maggie’s abrupt descent to the ground, her own countenance twisting into a smug and malevolent grin.

Speedily, Sierra completed the transaction, convinced that no expenditure had ever been as justified.

To her surprise, a small sum proved sufficient to plunge her most loathed individual into utter despair.

Despite the mercenaries‘ singular focus on monetary gain, irritating as it was, Sierra couldn’t refute their commendable efficiency.

In elegant high heels, Sierra strode towards Maggie, flanked by several mercenaries who appeared as though they answered solely to her.

For this encounter with Maggie, Sierra meticulously altered her attire and applied makeup with precision.

In the past few days, she secretly returned to the Camerons and sold much of her previous jewellery and accessories. Now, she had some extra cash on hand.

Sierra had restrained herself for far too long. With Maggie now within her grasp, she was determined to present herself in impeccable form.

“Wake her up!” Sierra’s voice, chilled yet tinged with an unexplainable thrill, commanded.

In a bid to evade such treatment, Maggie promptly opened her eyes, only to be met with the unwelcome splash of cold water dousing her head.

Maggie remained silent.

Her expression is kind of speaking like: This is really frustrating!

The icy water seeped swiftly through her clothing, delivering a bone–deep chill reminiscent of early

winter.

Maggie’s eyelashes glistened with a thin veil of mist as she patiently awaited the trickle of water to subside before slowly opening her eyes.

“How is it? My dear Maggie, are you pleased to see me?”

Sierra crouched down, a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

She still had that somewhat youthful face and could be considered pretty and delicate–looking, but unfortunately, it was coupled with an exceptionally malicious heart.

as memories of her previous existence flooded her

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promptly.

only after being rescued by Nathael and

such cruelty towards you! And yet

you! He

in your current state, I beg you, please leave. Forget about the family

can you pull yourself together? So what if your eyes have turned into two holes? So what if your appearance is ruined? It’s not

find a way to get revenge on Nathael for you. I won’t let him off the hook! His hypocritical facade, ugh,

Maggie remained silent.

their past lives, Sierra would put on a facade of concern and sympathy in front of her. At that time, Maggie had already suffered a tremendous blow, and her eyesight was also

her words completely escaped her

a considerable time, she came to grasp the existence of truly malevolent individuals, realising Sierra’s longstanding revulsion towards Nathael’s indulgence and

Maggie’s hair, compelling her to meet

certainly possess thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a rat,

smile on Sierra’s face waned slightly, morphing into a menacing

fixed on Sierra with a smile devoid of warmth, as she retorted, “What do

and she struggled to voice her question, “Why did Ivan and I lose control that day?”

Shouldn’t that be a question you ask yourselves? Why come to me? It seems you’ve/misplaced your wits!”

you

sharp slap across Maggie’s face, her features twisted

destiny will be no less than tenfold

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Excessive Talking

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Nathael and his team quickly identified the optimal vantage point. Simultaneously, personnel from

binoculars, his gaze fixated on the unfolding spectacle, his fingertips quivering with

truly wait for her to move first?” Nathael’s voice was cold, and his eyes were shadowed

him and managed a strained smile.

a performance. At the very least, she needed to maintain a façade of decency.

sentence, Nathael’s

pallid and icy, exuding a faint aura of animosity from his furrowed brows. His sombre, penetrating gaze bore a hint of crimson at the edges, as though it harboured a

to devour someone.

swallowed, bowing his head

cold gaze towards the silent reporter and queried. “Are you capable of writing?”

worry,