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.

memories of her

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promptly.

emerged only after being rescued by

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

he save you for? Just to torment you! He hates you, yet he wants you alive. Such a man is truly

in your current state, I beg you, please leave. Forget about the family affairs. I don’t care about the family business. I

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

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

Maggie remained silent.

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

insincerity and malevolence behind her words completely escaped her

grasp the existence of truly malevolent individuals,

Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling

“You certainly possess thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a rat, but instead, you display not an ounce of shame but rather revel in your notoriety.”

face waned slightly, morphing into a menacing and chilling expression. “Maggie,

on Sierra with a smile

lump formed in Sierra’s throat, and she struggled to voice her question, “Why did Ivan and I lose control that day?”

loss of control? Shouldn’t that be a question you ask

you

shot up, delivering a sharp slap across

arrogance will endure, Maggie. Your destiny will be

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the warehouse, Nathael and his team quickly identified the optimal vantage point.

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

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

at the reporter beside him and managed a strained smile. “Mr. Harris, the timeframe is rather tight. It’s

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

could complete his sentence,

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

to devour someone.

head and choosing to remain silent.

directed his cold gaze towards the silent reporter

worry, Mr.