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.

with an icy intensity as memories of her previous

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promptly.

rescued by

of such cruelty towards you! And yet he pretends to

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

about the family affairs. I don’t care

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 really

will definitely find a way to get revenge on Nathael for you. I won’t let

Maggie remained silent.

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

her words completely escaped her

truly malevolent individuals, realising Sierra’s

Why the silence?” Sierra seized Maggie’s hair, compelling her

“You certainly possess thick skin. I anticipated you skulking away like a

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

Sierra with a smile devoid of warmth, as she retorted, “What do

to voice her

“Why the loss of control? Shouldn’t that be a question

you say?”

delivering a sharp slap across Maggie’s face, her features twisted

wonder how long your arrogance will endure, Maggie. Your destiny will be no less than tenfold or a hundredfold worse than

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in a neighbouring building adjacent to the warehouse, Nathael and his team quickly identified the optimal vantage

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

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

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

least,

Alex could complete his sentence, Nathael’s

his furrowed brows. His sombre, penetrating gaze bore a hint of crimson at the edges, as though

to devour someone.

bowing his head

cold gaze towards the silent reporter and

need to worry, Mr.