Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 285 Switch to This Maggie gathered her thoughts, pushing aside the chaotic whirl of emotions, as if she had truly resolved to accompany Timmothy on the climb up the hill..

The scenery of Parbo Hill was stunning, with lush green trees and leaves painted in golden hues, while a sea of fiery red maple leaves covered the ground like a crimson carpet, The autumn air was crisp, bringing relief from the summer heat. Sunlight filtered gently through the leaves, casting warm patterns on the ground.

Autumn, with its soft breezes, was a comfortable season.

The weather was ideal for picnicking and enjoying the outdoors with friends, casily uplifting one's spirits.

But Maggie couldn't find joy in the beauty around her, especially with the thought of Nathael being lured to that factory looming over her.

She regretted not paying closer attention to the news from Alosea in her past life, only having a vague understanding of the situation. More than that, she regretted never meeting Timothy and getting to know him.

If she had, she wouldn't feel so helpless and passive now.

"There's a monastery on the mountain with many statues of angels. You might find it interesting to visit," Timmothy suggested warmly, walking alongside Maggie like a considerate guide.

monaster "Why would you want to visit a monastery?" Maggie asked softly, as if opening up to a friend.

Timmothy's calm eyes met hers, a smile gracing his face as he replied, "I want to see if one can defy their fate." Maggie's breath stiffled, and her heart was sinking. She said softly. "No one can plan without fault, nor can anyone defeat destiny" "They were mortal. The idea of 'defying fate is just a comforting illusion, while blindly surrendering to fate is often the coward's excuse." Standing halfway up the hill, Maggie lifted her gaze to see the sun peeking through the trees. She slowly stated, "The world contains both light and darkness, positive and negative. Just as there are days filled with brilliant sunshine, there are also days of continuous rain." Timmothy's gaze rested on her face, which exuded both beauty and tranquility.

E It seemed she had quickly adjusted from her earlier state of panic, showing no signs of distress.

"So, are you saying that despite my plans, Nathael may still cout unharmed?" Timmothy asked slowly.

"The laws of the world dictate that life and death coexist. Where there is death, there is also a path to life, eternal and unchanging." Maggie replied, deflecting further discussion on the matter.

She turned to face Timmothy, asking softly, "Why do you hate Nathael so much?" While Nathael was ruthless, he wasn't someone who stirred up trouble without cause. Timmothy c1/3 and I want to see him lose a few." Unable to help herself, Maggie replied coldly. "Is there something wrong with you?" Timmothy paused for a few seconds. Then he smiled and seemed to be in good spirits. Maggie was furious. She withdrew her gaze and continued to walk up the hill in silence. Nathael was right; Timmothy was a lunatic.

The journey was uneventful. The mercenaries gradually relaxed, their vigilance waning. Maggie waited for the right moment until she spotted a slightly flat stone nearby. Silently, she planned her next move.

"I need to rest. Saying this, Maggie walked towards the stone, sitting on it and looking back down the hill. The path wasn't too steep, but it was relatively easy to climb However, for the frail Timmothy, who had climbed such a long distance, his pale face now bore a hint of flush. He approached Maggie, asking gently, "Do you need water?" In the next instant, Maggie acted swiftly. As she stood up and Timmothy reached out, she grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her.

Simultaneously, Timmothy felt the mirror shard Maggie had concealed in her sleeve, pressed against his neck. The large piece of glass, with its sharp edges, glinted in a chilling light.

The mercenaries suddenly aimed all of their guns at her, and the sounds of chambering bullets echoed in unison.

Maggie's icy gaze glowed with interest. She found the situation amusing.

It was a rarity for someone who had lived twice and now faced numerous guns aimed at her.

Samuel remained indifferent. He stood three meters away, neither too close nor too far from Maggie and Timothy.

Despite her shorter stature compared to Timothy, the sloping hill reduced her disadvantage, allowing her to press a shard of glass against Timothy's throat without much strain.

"I thought you wouldn't bring out this piece of glass." Timothy chuckled lightly. His pale eyes revealed a chilling, eerie calm.

The sharp edge pierced into his skin, and soon a trace of blood seeped.

"Call Nathael and tell him to stay away from the chemical plant. Alert the fire department and bomb squad, Maggie commanded coldly.

Already, her life was in peril. She was indifferent to her own fate.

However, not to Nathael's.

2/3 Chapter 285 Switch to This "Given the sharpness of this glass, you would probably take a bullet and get killed before it pierced my throat, Timothy remarked nonchalantly.

Maggie chuckled. Her eyes turned red, and she uttered, “It seems like a fair trade. After all, who knows when you plan to kill me?" "Then make your move, Timothy eyes was dark and sinister, tinged with id with a smile. The look in his bloodthirsty excitement.

Maggie looked at Samuel. Timothy might not care, but what about Samuel? To her disappointment, Samuel's expression remained impassive. Clearly, he was following Timothy's lead.

Maggie lowered her gaze. She pushed the glass deeper.

Instantly, more blood traced down his neck.

"I don't want to hurt you. Give Nathael a call and tell him to pull out. I'll accompany you to climb to the mountain peak, Maggie stated coldly.

"Have you ever used a dagger?" Timothy asked, lowering his gaze. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his already pale face, rendering him seemingly harmless. Maggie paused for a few seconds, surprised that Timothy would change the subject.

The next second, he effortlessly grasped her wrist. His manly warmth and strength caused her to furrow her brows. She inadvertently increased the glass's pressure against his neck. Maggie could distinctly smell the faint scent of blood in the air.

Despite his frail appearance. Timothy was far from weak; his grip was surprisingly strong.

Maggie's jaw tensed, and veins on her forehead becvisible.

*Relax, switch to this, Timothy said softly, as if calming her. He took the glass and replaced it with a finely crafted dagger that could slice through iron as if it were butter. Send Gifts 70 X