Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 2 What Tricks Are You Up To Again? " Three months later, the once formidable Camerons had been completely wiped out. On a beautiful day, the sun shone brightly. Nathael meticulously adjusted his shirt and suit in front of a mirror. His suit was perfectly pressed, without a single wrinkle, and he chose to wear the only gift she had ever given him, a blue-striped tie. The man's expression was less gloomy, resembling that of a young man preparing for a date as he drove to the Rose Manor he had built for her. Inside the manor, a vast sea of brilliant red roses captivated the senses. In the middle of the sea of roses was a small mound with a wooden sign engraved with the words: The Tomb of My Beloved Wife, Maggie Adam. Maggie knew that he had carved those words onto the sign using a dagger, one by one. Lush, dark green vines entwined around the wooden sign, blooming with a few exquisite roses, creating an antique and beautiful scene. Nathael sat in front of the wooden sign for a long time, like a child abandoned by the world. Suddenly, the ringing of the phone shattered the silence. "Sir, I wanted to confirm the corneal transplant surgery you arranged before." Nathael remained silent for a long time, then slowly said, "Cancel it. She's gone." Upon hearing this, the person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief. If he had transplanted the eyes of the seventh young master of Harris into a woman, the Harris family would never let him off the hook! Maggie bit her lip tightly, fighting back tears that lacked any real sensation from overflowing. Nathael had intended to give her his eyes. He had planned to give her his eyes! Why was he so kind to her? Why would he give her his eyes? Why would he willingly let her use and deceive him repeatedly? He knew Joseph had used her as a bait. Why did he still risk his life to save her? Fool! Nathael, you are incredibly foolish! "Alex, March 6 marks the death anniversary of Maggie's parents. Starting now, I'd like you to place a bouquet of flowers on their graves forevery year." "Mr. Harris..." Nathael's fingers touched the word "Maggie" on the tombstone, and tenderness appeared in his eyes. "Burytogether with her." Maggie suddenly had a bad feeling and instinctively wanted to reach out to stop him. "No! Nathael! No!" Her fingers brushed against his arm, as if sensing something there. Nathael turned his head and said softly, “Maggie, have you cback to visit me?" Maggie screamed hoarsely, but the man before her just smiled. After a while, he raised a black pistol and aimed it at his head. "Don't be afraid," he said. "We ... will be together again soon... " Bang! As the gunshot rang out, Nathael collapsed in front of the tomb. It was as if all the stars in the world had lost their brilliance. Now, he would be together with his loved one forever. Maggie cried out in pain, and her soul gradually bectransparent. Nathael, if the next life exist, I'll treat you well ... * "Hmph! You're so generous to Joseph!" The cold and familiar voice made Maggie freeze. She stared blankly at the unfamiliar hotel in front of her, her head throbbing from a hangover. "Nathael, your arm ... Maggie stared blankly at the man in front of her. He was tall and handsome, with beautiful, deep phoenix eyes. He looked much younger than she remembered, as if he hadn't been ravaged by betrayal and injuries. More importantly, his left arm was still intact! Maggie almost thought she was hallucinating and instinctively reached out to grab his left hand. The touch was incredibly real, filling her with joy. She said, trembling with excitement, "Your arm is okay?" Nathael's eyes turned cold. He pushed away the woman in front of him and questioned, "What tricks are you up to again?" Taken aback, Maggie staggered back a few steps. Nathael averted his gaze, slightly closing his eyes. With restrained anger, he stated, “If that's what you want, I will cancel the cooperation with the Adams on the Chronopolis project and let the Camerons take over. Don't show up in front ofagain." Afterward, he turned away, never casting another glance at her, and left without a second glance. Nathael was well aware that the Camerons were corrupt and not a good choice. However, they had raised her, and she considered them her closest family. Despite knowing it was a scheme, he couldn't bear to disappoint her. Nathael lowered his gaze, concealing the self-mockery in his eyes. * Maggie stood still, lost in thought for a long time. The Chronopolis project? The Adams? Wasn't that ten years ago? Could it be that the Adams still exists? Her foster father, Ronald Cameron, had always lied to her, claiming that she was the daughter of the Adams's nanny. After the Adams killed her mother, she was abandoned and ended up in an orphanage. Therefore, in her previous life, upon discovering the extensive collaboration between the Adams and Nathael, she conspired with the Camerons to destroy the Adams through deceitful means, all in the nof revenge. But now, none of that had happened yet. Maggie rushed to the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the youthful and radiant girl reflected in it. Her beautiful eyes gradually reddened. Her throat tightened as she gently touched her cheek with trembling fingers. Her skin was as fair and delicate as a peeled egg, without a scar. And her eyes were clear and bright, capable of perceiving everything in front of her! Have I been reborn? I've been given a second chance! Heaven has granteda second chance! Tears welled up in Maggie's eyes, and she couldn't help but laugh. “Joseph, Sierra! You'll see, this time, I'll make you pay the price you deserve!" After composing herself, Maggie grabbed her belongings and rushed out, intending to find Nathael. She remembered that the Chronopolis project was the beginning of everything. To sabotage the collaboration between Nathael and the Adams, the Camerons drugged Maggie. They placed her in Nathael's bed, causing her to believe that he had violated her by mistake. As a result, she developed a deep hatred for him. Believing it to be the truth, she suppressed her disgust and attempted to blackmail him. "Mr. Harris, if you hand over the Chronopolis project to the Camerons, I won't pursue what happened tonight, and we can consider it resolved.” Nathael had mocked her for being generous because of those words. Reflecting on this, Maggie laughed at herself. Was she being generous? She was willing to sacrifice her innocence for the sake of the Camerons' future, unaware that it was all part of a scheme. She hadn't expected that Nathael had restrained himself the previous night. He hadn't touched her at all. Contemplating this, Maggie felt discomfort in her chest. Nathael had always cherished and indulged her, yet she foolishly took advantage of his sincerity repeatedly, constantly plotting against him. She deserved a gruesend! But Nathael was so wonderful, so radiant and dazzling. He shouldn't have met such a fate. Just as she reached the first-floor lobby, Maggie was abruptly pulled aside. "How did it go? Did it work?" The eager and familiar voice made her nauseous, successfully bringing Maggie back from her thoughts to reality.