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Chapter 287 The Show Begins
Maggie’s heart was in her throat, but she appeared calmer than she felt.
After all, she had come to terms with the reality of the situation. Nathael’s life hung by a thread, and her own path was uncertain. What was there to fear, despite Timmothy being a madman?
She didn’t wish to contemplate that final step, yet her reddened eyes met Timmothy’s gaze with a steady resolve.
After a pause, Timmothy chuckled softly. He tossed the brooch back to her. He looked at her and said deliberately. “If the design of my brooch isn’t beautiful, I’d be upset.”
Maggie quickly caught it. As her anxiety slowly dissipated, she looked at the intact brooch in her hand.
She lowered her eyes. Her long lashes cast a shadow. She silently pocketed the object.
Once she had adjusted her attire, she saw that Timmothy’s wound was almost dealt with. Then, she stood up to continue the climb,
Walking beside her, Timmothy said, “If you deceive me, I’ll take Nathael’s.
His voice carried a note of delight and thrill, hinting at some unspoken excitement.
Maggie couldn’t help but glance at him. She felt a slight relief and said coldly, “If it ends up in his hands, it would be a feat for you to reclaim it.”
His words implied that he didn’t truly intend to kill Nathael.
Otherwise, why would he speak of taking something from a dead man?
Her mood lightened slightly at this statement. She softly asked, “What style do you like?”
Timmothy seemed taken aback by her serious question. After a moment of silence, he said, “The beautiful kind.”
Maggie snickered. She couldn’t resist looking at him again. Their eyes met. His pale pupils had a trace of carnestness akin to that of a fawn, devoid of any malice or madness, making all that had happened seem like a misconception.
He seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.
Forty minutes later, at the summit of Parbo Hill.
The peak was relatively flat, with a moderately old monastery built on top. In front of the monastery stood a thriving banyan tree.
There were vendors scattered around, selling their products. On one side was a lovers‘ bridge, heavy with multicolored locks that bore the weathering of sun and rain, fading from their original hues.
Near the bridge was a cafe offering simple drinks at a relatively cheap price. There were hardly any customers, which allowed the owner to enjoy the quiet.
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Maggie considered the possibility of getting a message to Nathael without drawing attention.
Given the winding mountain paths, her chances of escape were slim, and even if she did manage to escape, it would take an uncertain amount of time to find anyone, which would be a waste of time. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
For now, aside from the vendors and the cafe owner, there doesn’t seem to be any other hope.
At that moment, Timmothy approached her and relayed gently, “Nathael’s men are attempting to break into the factory.”
Maggic frowned. She turned towards him and quried, “You leave your men at the factory?”
He looked at her with a smile and asked rhetorically, “How else would Nathael believe you are inside?”
Inside the monastery, the scent of candles burning filled the air. The atmosphere was serene and deep.
Maggie stood before the towering statue. Her large eyes were tinged with redness.
She didn’t light any candles but simply balled her hands together.
She gazed at the statue for a long time before finally closing her eyes gently.
She hoped that if there were any divine beings overseeing this world, they would keep Nathael’s safety. If they could ensure his wellbeing, she was willing to exchange her life for his,
A sourness welled up in Maggie’s eyes.
Nathael had done nothing wrong; it was always hers. If there were to be any punishment, she was ready to take his place.
After lighting the candle, Timmothy returned to Maggie and asked, “What wish did you make?”
With a cold glint in her eyes, Maggie gazed directly at a statue and asked softly. “Is it hard to guess?”
“You know you’re dying; why drag my cousin into this? Better to part ways now and live happily apart,” Timmothy said slowly, the faint scent of sandalwood perfume emanating from him, his voice deep and
resonant
Maggie stared at him. Her gaze was inquisitive as she asked, “What do you want from me?”
With a light chuckle, Timmothy’s eyes fixed on Maggie. He said in a low voice, “Nothing much, just that whatever he has, I want it too.”
His words caused Maggie’s chest to clench.
Timmothy looked straight at her and said maliciously, “I want to destroy everything he loves.”
Maggie’s hand by her side was clenched tightly. She should have stabbed that dagger into his heart earlier on, instead of merely leaving a mark on his face.
Timmothy smiled and said, “The show starts now.”
After that he turned and walked towards a room in the monastery with Maggie having no choice but to
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follow.
Inside the simply furnished room, Timmothy had someone bring a tablet. He placed it before Maggie.
Minutes later, Maggie clearly saw the situation outside the factory on the tablet.
Alex and Nolan each led a team and sneaked into the factory from windows around it. Nathael’s back was
to the camera.
Soon after, the sound of intense gunfire rang out. The camera couldn’t cover every corner. Although Maggie couldn’t see the entire scene, she could see the chaos breaking out inside the factory, with both sides falling into combat.
She was deeply worried, not just because the outcome between the two sides was undecided but also because of the danger lurking in the shadow.
The explosion could happen at any moment. She feared that if it did, all of them would die there.
Maggie strained her eyes to focus on Nathael’s figure, trying to see more clearly.
With dust everywhere and their quick movements, she couldn’t see anything clearly.
Just then, a commotion of fighting suddenly came from outside the monastery. Maggie couldn’t help but glance up. The window was half–open, but from the room in the back of the monastery, she couldn’t see what was happening in front.
Timmothy’s expression remained unchanged as he flipped through a book in his hands. He sighed heavily and said, “He found us.”
Maggie froze for a few seconds. She felt a tightness in her throat. She stood up and intended to rush
outside
She had barely reached the door when Toby and a mercenary extended their hands to stop her.
Maggie calmed down a bit, but her eyes involuntarily drifted towards the monastery outside. Her eyes turned red.
The person in the surveillance video wasn’t Nathael–he had seen through Timmothy’s scheme!
Toby’s phone suddenly rang. He entered the room, handed the phone to Timmothy, and reported, “Mr. Nathael’s call.”
Timmothy put down the book and answered the phone in an unhurried manner. He said, “Hello, Nathael”
The receiver’s voice was low and stern, with a tone of unspoken restraint and anger. Nathael cautioned, “Timmothy, before I lose my temper, release her immediately!”
Timmothy slowly lifted his eyes. The tablet in front of him had already switched to the chapel’s view as he
answered, “Sure.”
On the screen, Nathael stood alone in front of several tall statues; his posture was upright. The mercenaries aimed their guns directly at him. Further out, his men directed their guns at the
mercenaries. Two groups faced off. They were on the brink of conflict, with tensions running high.
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