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.

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

and heartless, capable of such cruelty towards you! And yet he pretends to be deeply affectionate, saving you with

torment you! He hates you, yet he wants you

leave. Forget about the

can you pull yourself together? So what if your eyes have turned into two holes? So what if your appearance is

you. I won’t

Maggie remained silent.

of concern and sympathy in front of her. At that time, Maggie had already suffered a tremendous blow, and her eyesight was also impaired.

behind her words

considerable time, she came to grasp the existence of truly malevolent individuals, realising Sierra’s longstanding revulsion

Why the silence?” Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling her to meet her gaze.

thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a

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

gaze fixed on Sierra with a smile devoid of warmth, as she retorted, “What do you

to voice her question, “Why did Ivan and I lose control that

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

did you

shot up, delivering a sharp slap across Maggie’s face, her

destiny will be no less than tenfold or a hundredfold worse than mine!”

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

fixated on the

wait for her to move first?” Nathael’s voice was cold, and his eyes were

and managed a strained smile.

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

his sentence, Nathael’s

countenance 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,

to devour someone.

head and choosing

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

worry,