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.

intensity as memories of

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promptly.

emerged only after being rescued by Nathael and subsequently

you leave Mr. Harris? He’s ruthless and heartless, capable of such cruelty towards you! And yet he pretends

to torment you! He hates you, yet he wants you alive.

Forget about the family affairs. I

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 a big deal. I don’t care… I really

a way to get revenge on Nathael for you.

Maggie remained silent.

sympathy in front of her. At that time, Maggie had already suffered a tremendous blow, and her eyesight was

behind her

of truly malevolent individuals, realising Sierra’s longstanding revulsion towards Nathael’s

Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling her

uttered softly, “You certainly possess thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a rat, but instead, you display not an ounce of shame but rather

mention of this, the smile on Sierra’s face waned slightly, morphing into a

Sierra with a smile devoid of warmth, as she retorted,

lump formed in Sierra’s throat, and she struggled to voice her question, “Why did Ivan and

of control? Shouldn’t that be a question you ask yourselves? Why come to me? It seems you’ve/misplaced

you

up, delivering a sharp slap across Maggie’s

will endure, Maggie. Your destiny will be no less than tenfold

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adjacent to the warehouse, Nathael and his team quickly identified the optimal vantage point. Simultaneously, personnel from various military districts encircled the warehouse

lifted his binoculars, his gaze fixated on the unfolding spectacle, his

Let’s enter directly. Must we truly wait for her to move first?” Nathael’s voice was cold, and his eyes were shadowed with intensity.

a quick glance at the reporter beside him and managed a strained

least, she needed to maintain a façade

Alex could complete his sentence, Nathael’s gaze locked on

a faint aura of animosity from his furrowed brows. His sombre, penetrating gaze bore a hint of crimson at the edges, as

to devour someone.

head and

silent reporter and queried.

to worry,