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.

gaze pierced with an icy intensity as memories of her previous existence

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promptly.

being rescued by Nathael and subsequently transported

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

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

the family affairs. I don’t care about the family business. I only care about you.”

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

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

Maggie remained silent.

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

insincerity and malevolence behind her words completely

grasp the existence of truly malevolent individuals, realising Sierra’s

Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling her to meet

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

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

upward, her gaze fixed on Sierra with a smile devoid of warmth, as

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

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

did you

hand shot up, delivering a sharp slap across

Your destiny will be no less than tenfold or a hundredfold worse than

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on the unfolding spectacle, his fingertips

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

reporter beside him and managed a strained smile. “Mr. Harris, the timeframe is rather

very least, she needed to maintain a façade

Alex could complete his sentence, Nathael’s

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

to devour someone.

his head

gaze towards the silent reporter and queried. “Are you capable of

need to worry, Mr.

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