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 mind,

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promptly.

emerged only after being rescued by Nathael and subsequently transported to the hospital.

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

laughable! What did he save you for? Just to torment you! He hates you, yet he wants you alive. Such a

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

your eyes have turned into two holes? So what if your appearance is ruined? It’s not a big

a way to get revenge on Nathael for you.

Maggie remained silent.

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

her words completely escaped her notice.

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

up! Why the silence?” Sierra seized Maggie’s hair,

playing upon her lips, Maggie uttered softly, “You certainly possess thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a rat, but

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

Sierra with a smile devoid of warmth, as

her question, “Why did Ivan and I lose control

soft chuckle. “Why the loss of control? Shouldn’t that be a question you ask yourselves? Why

you

slap across Maggie’s face, her

long your arrogance will endure, Maggie. Your destiny will be no

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quickly identified the optimal vantage point.

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

to move first?” Nathael’s

managed a strained smile. “Mr. Harris, the timeframe is rather tight. It’s somewhat challenging to

least, she needed

complete his sentence, Nathael’s gaze locked on

animosity from his furrowed brows. His sombre, penetrating gaze bore a hint of crimson

to devour someone.

head and

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

need to worry, Mr.