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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.

restrained, her hair tousled, and

cheek, the lingering pain that came as the

a moment before being ushered in by

“Mr. Harris.”

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Tears streamed down her face. Her emotions

Maggie framed me; she

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

remained stoic, his gaze piercing and

do you think I would

calm demeanour, Sierra felt a chill run down her spine, her

you’ll spend your days in

I’ll leave Aquapolis for good. I’ll never bother you

plea was almost a plea for

confined, no family member had come to her aid. It seemed she was either forgotten or forsaken.

words lingered in Sierra’s mind like a relentless nightmare, disrupting her thoughts.

Nathael to sit, his gaze cold as he spoke with authority. “I’ll have you sent to the roughest prison, where you’ll have company every day.

his message left

confronting a predicament she had only heard of–a strategy frequently wielded by those

same uniform, subject to others’ whims,

come to cherish that scar on your face, but expect beatings and degradation as part of your daily routine. From initial defiance to eventual resignation, you’ll shift from resistance to numbness. Dreams of escape will fade, replaced by a desire

each day will bring fresh agony and

to her limits. She attempted to shield her

me!” Sierra’s tear–stained

man sat unmoved, a sinister presence casting shadows

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