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Chapter 379 Sierra's Breakdown "Why the need for contemplation?" Nathael locked eyes with her, his gaze penetrating, compelling her attention.

Maggie struggled against the intensity, his eyes a blend of black and white, deep as an endless abyss. An unspoken question hung in the air, Nathael on the verge of asking. "Will you ever leave?" Yet, perhaps from fear or a reluctance to confront the answer, the words remained unsaid. Eventually, Maggie drifted into slumber within his embrace.

In her slumber, scenes from her past life played out once again, trapping her in familiar despair. Yet this time, a figure emerged through the dust and light, offering a glimmer of rescue.

Though just a dream, Maggie clung to the hope that fresh memories could eclipse the old wounds.

Rarely did Maggie sleep so soundly, spurred by a newfound resolve, perhaps by sheer exhaustion, or maybe just the comfort of his presence.

Beside her, Nathael's steady breaths served as a comforting rhythm. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. tucked her in, and then quietly slipped away into the night..

The night enveloped the town in darkness, the snow-covered roads echoing with every step.

Under the weight of the heavy snow, tree branches swayed precariously, a delicate dance against the wintry backdrop. The rooftops shimmered like silver under the moonlight, casting an enchanting spell over the quiet streets.

With the snowfall halted, the neon lights bounced off the pristine snow, painting the town in a magical glow. Festive displays adorned the shopping malls, adding to the holiday cheer of the wintry season.

Nathael draped a coat over his suit and hopped into the car. "Taketo Sierra, he ordered solemnly. Downstairs in the house, Nolan and the servant lingered, and the second-floor lights dimmed as Maggie slept in cosy comfort.

Alex manoeuvred the car out of the gate, embarking on an hour-long journey to Sierra's detainment site. Meanwhile, Sierra endured interrogation, dazed and handcuffed, her dishevelled appearance marked by smeared makeup and tangled hair. The weight of serious allegations loomed over her, fueled by the evidence of drug involvement, abduction, and hiring a hitman.

Sierra remained in a daze, her hands restrained, her hair tousled, and her makeup streaked across her face. Despite the bandaged scar on her cheek, the lingering pain that cas the anaesthesia waned reminded her that reality was far from a dream.

Outside, Nathael watched for a moment before being ushered in by Alex and another official.

"Mr. Harris." 1/3 reakdown 66% At the sight of Nathael, Sierra's demeanour shifted abruptly. Tears streamed down her face. Her emotions were palpable.

"Nathael! Please, you have to save mel Maggie framed me; she wants to destroy everything! You have to believe mel Despite knowing Nathael's allegiance to Maggie, Sierra pleaded desperately, clinging to a glimmer of hope amidst the turmoil..

Nathael remained stoic, his gaze piercing and indifferent.

"Why do you think I would help you?" Despite Nathacl's calm demeanour, Sierra felt a chill run down her spine, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"I warned you before. Since you've shown no remorse, you'll spend your days in prison," Nathael declared, his tone indifferent.

"Mr. Harris... Please, I admit my mistake! Spare me, and I'll leave Aquapolis for good. I'll never bother you or Maggie again. Just givea chance..." Sierra's desperation was palpable. Her plea was almost a plea for salvation..

As she sat confined, no family member had cto her aid. It seemed she was either forgotten or forsaken. Maggie's words lingered in Sierra's mind like a relentless nightmare, disrupting her thoughts.

Alex gestured for Nathael to sit, his gaze cold as he spoke with authority. "I'll have you sent to the roughest prison, where you'll have company every day. If you're lucky, maybe you'll end up in a mixed-gender facility. You can find someone powerful enough to shield you." Nathael's tone was composed, and his message left no room for misunderstanding.

Sierra teetered on the brink of despair, confronting a predicament she had only heard of-a strategy frequently wielded by those in her circle to sway men.

"You'll endure the monotony of prison life, day in, day out, clad in the suniform, subject to others' whims, struggling to make sure you're as inconspicuous as possible." "You'll cto cherish that scar on your face, but expect beatings and degradation as part of your daily routine. From initial defiance to eventual resignation, you'll shift from resistance to numbness. Dreams of escape will fade, replaced by a desire for an end." "But death won't offer solace. Under perpetual watch, each day will bring fresh agony and fear...

His voice, oddly comforting yet chilling, pushed Sierra to her limits. She attempted to shield her ears with her cuffed hands, but it was futile.

"Stop! Please, stop! Please, you have to help me!" Sierra's tear-stained face pleaded desperately, her vision clouded with tears.

Across from her, the man sat unmoved, a sinister presence casting shadows over her crumbling resolve, strinning away her sanity and hope.

2/3 Chapter 379 Sietra's Breakdown Nathael remained silent, a silent observer of Sierra's torment, his expression inscrutable.

Only when Sierra's cries turned hoarse from endless pleading did Nathael show any sign of vexation.

His

gaze locked with Sierra's as he delivered his ultimatum in a low, om commanding tone. Seek a reduced sentence? Then, implicate the Camerons. The more you comply, the brighter your prospects." For once, the man's stoic facade softened into a smirk, a glint of malice sparking in his otherwise composed features.

Sierra's mind raced, grappling with the demand. Expose the Camerons? But how? And where to begin? Nathael glanced at his watch, his eyes never leaving Sierra's. "You have ten minutes, he declared, his voice firm and unwavering.

Sierra froze, a surge of panic coursing through her veins and beads of sweat gathering on her brow as she scrambled to recall any relevant information.

He wantsto expose them? Where can I even get any evidence? I don't know anything about the family's business. What do I know? What do I....

Oh yeah!

She recalled a significant payment made to an elderly man years ago, purportedly for @project linked to at rival's child's fate. Yet, evidence remained elusive. I have no evidence. Even if I do, how can I even find out who's pulling the strings?

Then, a memory surged: a tragic construction accident back home, a Ο collapse that claimed three lives. The deceased's family tried to take the Camerons to court, but her uncle settled the matter. "Five minutes left," said Nathael coldly, keeping an eye on the changes in Sierra's expression.

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