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.

with an icy intensity as memories of her previous

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being rescued by

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

to torment you! He hates you, yet he wants you alive. Such a man is

leave. Forget about the family

turned into two holes? So what if your appearance is ruined? It’s

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

Maggie remained silent.

would put on a facade of concern and sympathy in front of her. At that time, Maggie had already suffered a tremendous

insincerity and malevolence behind her words completely

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

silence?” Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling her to

smile playing upon her lips, Maggie uttered softly, “You certainly possess thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a rat, but instead, you display not an ounce of

of this, the smile on Sierra’s face waned slightly, morphing into a menacing and chilling expression. “Maggie, was it

a smile devoid of warmth, as she retorted, “What do you

lump formed in Sierra’s throat, and she struggled to voice her question,

a question

you say?”

up, delivering a sharp slap across Maggie’s face, her features twisted in rage.

will endure, Maggie. Your destiny will

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and his team quickly identified the optimal vantage

the unfolding spectacle, his fingertips quivering

truly wait for her to move first?”

a quick glance at the reporter beside him and managed a strained smile. “Mr. Harris, the timeframe is rather tight. It’s somewhat challenging to elucidate.”

the very least, she needed to maintain a façade of

his sentence,

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

to devour someone.

swallowed, bowing his head and choosing

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

worry, Mr. Harris!”