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Chapter 379 Sierra’s Breakdown

“Why the need for contemplation?” Nathael locked eyes with her, his gaze penetrating, compelling her

attention.

Maggie

struggled against the intensity, his eyes a blend of black and white, deep as an endless abyss. An unspoken question hung in the air, Nathael on the verge of asking. “Will you ever leave?”

Yet, perhaps from fear or a reluctance to confront the answer, the words remained unsaid. Eventually, Maggie drifted into slumber within his embrace.

In her slumber, scenes from her past life played out once again, trapping her in familiar despair. Yet this time, a figure emerged through the dust and light, offering a glimmer of rescue.

Though just a dream, Maggie clung to the hope that fresh memories could eclipse the old wounds.

Rarely did Maggie sleep so soundly, spurred by a newfound resolve, perhaps by sheer exhaustion, or maybe just the comfort of his presence.

Beside her, Nathael’s steady breaths served as a comforting rhythm. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. tucked her in, and then quietly slipped away into the night..

The night enveloped the town in darkness, the snow–covered roads echoing with every step.

Under the weight of the heavy snow, tree branches swayed precariously, a delicate dance against the wintry backdrop. The rooftops shimmered like silver under the moonlight, casting an enchanting spell over the quiet streets.

With the snowfall halted, the neon lights bounced off the pristine snow, painting the town in a magical glow. Festive displays adorned the shopping malls, adding to the holiday cheer of the wintry season.

Nathael draped a coat over his suit and hopped into the car. “Take me to Sierra, he ordered solemnly.

Downstairs in the house, Nolan and the servant lingered, and the second–floor lights dimmed as Maggie slept in cosy comfort.

Alex manoeuvred the car out of the gate, embarking on an hour–long journey to Sierra’s detainment site.

Meanwhile, Sierra endured interrogation, dazed and handcuffed, her dishevelled appearance marked by smeared makeup and tangled hair. The weight of serious allegations loomed over her, fueled by the evidence of drug involvement, abduction, and hiring a hitman.

in a daze, her hands restrained, her hair tousled, and her makeup streaked

lingering pain that came as the anaesthesia waned reminded her that

Nathael watched for a moment before being ushered in by Alex

“Mr. Harris.”

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sight of Nathael, Sierra’s demeanour shifted abruptly. Tears

have to save mel Maggie framed me; she wants to destroy everything! You have to believe mel

Maggie, Sierra pleaded desperately, clinging to a glimmer of hope amidst the

stoic, his gaze piercing and indifferent.

do you think I would help

Nathacl’s calm demeanour, Sierra felt a chill run down her

spend your days

Aquapolis for good. I’ll never bother you or Maggie again. Just give me a chance…”

was

confined, no family member had come to her

Sierra’s mind like

roughest prison, where you’ll have company every day. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll end up in a mixed–gender

and his message

she had only heard of–a strategy frequently wielded by those in her circle

of prison life, day in, day out, clad in the same uniform, subject to others’ whims, struggling to make sure you’re as inconspicuous

beatings and degradation as part of your daily routine. From initial defiance to eventual resignation, you’ll shift from resistance to numbness.

death won’t offer solace. Under perpetual watch, each day will

yet chilling, pushed Sierra to her limits. She attempted to shield her ears with her cuffed hands,

you have to help me!” Sierra’s tear–stained face pleaded desperately, her vision clouded with tears.

the man sat unmoved, a sinister presence casting shadows over her crumbling resolve, strinning away her

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silent, a silent observer of Sierra’s torment,