Chapter 376: The Villain Dies from Excessive Talking

Maggie tumbled to the ground, bewildered but fully conscious—a stark contrast to her previous life.

"Ms. Cameron," a foreign male voice reverberated, "the person has arrived. You may settle the supplementary charge at your convenience."

Moments later, footsteps approached. Sierra watched Maggie's fall, a smug, malevolent grin twisting her countenance. She swiftly completed the transaction, convinced it was the most justified expense ever. To her surprise, a small sum plunged her most hated enemy into despair.

Despite the mercenaries' irritating focus on money, Sierra acknowledged their commendable efficiency. Elegantly clad in high heels, she strode toward Maggie, flanked by her mercenaries. For this encounter, Sierra had meticulously altered her attire and makeup, having secretly sold jewelry and accessories from the Camerons in the past few days to raise extra cash. She had waited too long; with Maggie in her grasp, she was determined to appear impeccable.

"Wake her up!" Sierra commanded, her voice chilling yet laced with an inexplicable thrill.

To avoid this, Maggie promptly opened her eyes to the unwelcome splash of cold water. She remained silent, her expression clearly conveying frustration. The icy water seeped through her clothes, delivering a bone-deep chill reminiscent of early winter. Her eyelashes glistened with mist as she waited for the water to subside before slowly opening her eyes.

"How is it? My dear Maggie, are you pleased to see me?" Sierra crouched down, amusement gleaming in her eyes. She still possessed a youthful, pretty face, unfortunately coupled with an exceptionally malicious heart.

Maggie's gaze pierced with icy intensity as memories from her previous life flooded her mind.

Instead of speaking, Maggie remained silent. In her past life, she typically emerged only after Nathael rescued and hospitalized her.

Sierra then began a tirade: "Maggie, why don't you leave Mr. Harris? He's ruthless and heartless, capable of such cruelty, yet he pretends to be deeply affectionate, saving you with false sincerity? It's laughable! What did he save you for? Just to torment you! He hates you, yet he wants you alive. Such a man is truly despicable! Maggie, seeing you in your current state, I beg you, please leave. Forget the family affairs; I only care about you. So what if your eyes are ruined? It's not a big deal. I don't care! Don't worry, I will definitely get revenge on Nathael for you. I won't let him off the hook! His hypocrisy disgusts me!"

Maggie remained silent. In their past lives, Sierra had feigned concern, a deception Maggie, already suffering from impaired eyesight, had missed. Only later did Maggie understand Sierra's long-standing resentment of Nathael's care for her.

"Speak up! Why the silence?" Sierra seized Maggie's hair, forcing her to meet her gaze.

With a soft smile, Maggie said, "You certainly have thick skin. I expected you to skulk away like a rat, but you revel in your notoriety."

The smile faded from Sierra's face, replaced by a menacing expression. "Maggie, was it you?"

Maggie's lips curled into a cold smile. "What do you mean?"

A lump formed in Sierra's throat. "Why did Ivan and I lose control that day?"

Maggie chuckled softly. "Why the loss of control? Shouldn't you ask yourselves? Why come to me? You've misplaced your wits!"

"What did you say?" Sierra slapped Maggie, rage twisting her features. "I wonder how long your arrogance will last. Your destiny will be far worse than mine!"

Meanwhile, in a neighboring building, Nathael and his team found an optimal vantage point as military personnel surrounded the warehouse. Nathael, his fingertips trembling with fury, watched through binoculars.

"Why the delay? Let's enter directly. Must we wait for her to move?" His voice was cold, his eyes intense.

Alex glanced at a reporter, managing a strained smile. "Mr. Harris, the timeframe is tight. It's challenging to explain."

Maggie intended to stage a performance, maintaining a façade of decency. Before Alex finished, Nathael's gaze locked onto him. Nathael's face paled, exuding animosity. His somber gaze held a hint of crimson, as if harboring a desire to devour someone.

Alex nervously swallowed, bowing his head in silence. Nathael turned to the reporter. "Are you capable of writing?"

"No need to worry, Mr. Harris!"

"Let's proceed with the rescue immediately!" Nathael declared before descending the stairs. He regretted allowing Sierra to act so recklessly; he could have easily killed her.

Maggie glanced at Sierra, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Oh, really? And just how pitiful do you imagine I'll be?"

Sierra smirked. "I'll pluck out your eyes, scar your face, and drug you until you're a paralyzed shell for life, reliant on a man!"

Maggie's smile faded slightly. "Well, that does sound rather terrifying."

"Does my threat unsettle you? I can't comprehend what sets you apart! What makes Nathael blind to me, only seeing you?" Sierra's resentment swelled at the mention of Nathael's name. She sneered, "I'm eager to see how Nathael will still profess his love for you when you're nothing but a repulsive pile of decaying flesh." Sierra erupted into laughter.

Her mercenaries detected a disturbance. Personnel within the building became vigilant, converging toward the perimeter. Sierra frowned. "What's happening?"

Two armed mercenaries, a few meters apart, announced in deep, commanding tones, "We've got movement approaching."

Maggie glanced at Sierra, leaning in close. "Do you know that old saying?"

"What's that?" Sierra replied instinctively.

"The villain dies from excessive talking." Maggie wriggled free from her bonds and pressed a dagger against Sierra's neck.