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Chapter 250 Are You Threatening Me? The painting depicted not a stranger but a woman.

80% The woman's eyes were covered with thick white bandages, and her face was crisscrossed with numerous scars, grotesque and terrifying.

Even though Maggie had never seen herself disfigured and blinded in her past life, at this moment, she could recognise that the person in the painting was her.

Not only did the gouged-out eyes and destroyed face resemble hers, but so did the face itself.

Maggie's throat tightened, and her heart raced.

Was this from Timmothy? Or did someone else slip it in? No, it must be from Timmothy. When he mentioned that so-called friend, Maggie always found it odd and suspicious.

But she never imagined that Timmothy would have someone deliver it to her and then act like nothing happened.

Maggie pushed aside her growing unease and picked up the painting, taking a closer look.

The scars on the woman's face were like a roadmap of pain, and only those who had lived through such agony would recognise each one's precise location.

Many times later, her fingertips traced over those scars.

Now, looking at the woman's face in the painting, Maggie couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance to her past scars.

Timmothy had seenbefore.

Wait, had he... also been reborn? How could that even be possible? If he didn't have memories from his past life, how could all of this make sense? At that moment, Maggie couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

If he did remember his past life, it meant not only her but also Nathael could be in danger.

In their past lives, they were always at odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles for a long time. Even though Nathael cout on top.

But what if Timmothy remembered things from before? If he knew what happened, he'd have an advantage. Maggie suddenly hated her past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she knew too little 1/4 80% Chapter 250 Are You Threatening Me? She wasn't aware of the specifics of the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each tor which encounters were life-threatening showdowns between him and Timmothy, The lack of knowledge wasn't the scary part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the answers.

Maggie drifted off into deep thought for a while, Never before had she considered the possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so close to her.

Maggie glanced down, quelling the unease in her eyes, and calmed herself.

A few minutes later, she called Timmothy back.

He answered after a few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. "Is everything okay?" "What do you want?" Maggie's tone was frosty, Everyone had their motives.

So, what did Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to her and presenting her with this painting? Timmothy didn't seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked, "Did you check out the painting?" "Just spit it out, what do you want?" Maggie pressed, her patience wearing thin.

"Are you mad? I figured you'd be curious to see your old self," Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his hand nonchalantly.

Maggie couldn't deny that the painting was quite beautiful.

Although the woman in the painting had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars, she exuded a serene demeanour.

Underneath the peach blossom tree, her hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that tugged at the heartstrings.

Timmothy's words confirmed Maggie's suspicions.

Timmothy spoke again, his tone gentle, while his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the sunlight. "Wanna cout and chat for a bit?" Maggie's throat tightened, and she said in a low voice, "Tand place." After hanging up, she stared at the painting in her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up, and tossed the painting into the toilet.

Flames shot up, consuming the painting entirely.

She let go of it, watching the black ashes fall, then turned around and left.

Chapter 250 Are You Threatening Me? At three in the afternoon, at the Westin Hotel.

When Maggie arrived, Timmothy was already there, holding a foreign-language . He wore a milky. white round-neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, which almost made his pale face look transparent.

He still had that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint of innocence.

But Maggie knew Timmothy was far from innocent.

Having been through stough times herself and being quite sensitive to people's vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn't give off any red flags.

This was abnormal and hinted at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his deep cunning. Maggie sat across from Timmothy. He glanced up from his book and said, "I thought you were avoiding me." "You sent that painting, didn't you want to meet?" Maggie replied without holding back.

Closing his book, Timmothy placed it on the table. “I had to try something. You didn't want to meet me." "Do you need something from me?" Maggie asked, her tone cool.

Timmothy seemed unfazed and chatted with Maggie about the design of the house. Despite her reluctance, she patiently offered him sadvice.

But the more she did, the more irked she felt.

After over an hour, the design plan was finally settled. Maggie looked at him and said, "You went to great lengths to get close to me. It can't just be for a design plan." Timmothy smiled and looked directly at Maggie. "Do you like Nathael? Or is it just to make up for past regrets?" "That's none of your concern," Maggie Adam replied coldly.

Timmothy persisted. "I hope you'll break up with him." Unable to hold back, Maggie snapped, "Are you crazy?"

Timmothy seemed amused. He leaned in a bit closer to Maggie, his beautiful eyes locking onto hers. For the first time, a hint of cunning and madness flickered in his pale, handsface, and his bright eyes gleamed with an almost predatory light, as if he had found his prey. "I wonder if Nathael knew about your past actions. Would he choose to walk away or be heartbroken?" Maggie finally saw paranoia and darkness in that handsyet pale face-something twisted and insane. "Are you threateningwith this?" Maggie's fingertips curled slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. Undeniably, she didn't even dare to think about that scenario.

She was scared of letting Nathael down, scared of him finding out about her past schemes and betrayal, and scared of him knowing her eventual fate.

3/4 Chapter 250 Are You Threatening Me? She wasn't worried about him not loving her anymore in this lifetime, but she dreaded him experiencing the spain as before.

She couldn't bear to imagine how much it would hurt if he knew everything.

"Yeah." Timmothy didn't bother denying it. His pretty eyes fixed on Maggie's, showing a mix of contemplation and amusement, as if he was curious about her decision.

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