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.

icy intensity as memories of her previous existence flooded her

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promptly.

only after being rescued by Nathael and subsequently transported

ruthless and heartless, capable of such cruelty towards you! And yet

He hates you, yet he wants you alive. Such a

Forget about the family

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 don’t

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

Maggie remained silent.

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

behind her words

malevolent individuals, realising Sierra’s

Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling

skulking away like a rat, but instead, you display not an ounce of shame but rather revel

slightly, morphing into a menacing and chilling expression. “Maggie, was it

smile devoid of warmth,

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

let out a soft chuckle. “Why the loss of control? Shouldn’t that be a question you ask yourselves? Why come to me? It seems you’ve/misplaced your

you say?”

slap across Maggie’s face, her features twisted

Maggie. Your destiny will

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

his gaze fixated on the

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

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

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

Alex could complete his sentence, Nathael’s gaze

grew 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

to devour someone.

head

silent reporter and queried. “Are you capable of

need to worry, Mr. Harris!”