The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Sandra was taken aback and couldn’t help but tease, “Isn’t this a little late for a rebellious phase?”

Maria chuckled and said, “Perhaps, but you see, even extreme sports enthusiasts climb skyscrapers with their bare hands. They know the risk of falling and getting seriously hurt or even killed, but they still do it. It’s the thrill of adventure and the sense of achievement after conquering something so daunting. When most people look at skyscrapers, they admire them from below. But for me, seeing a skyscraper triggers the desire to conquer it with my own hands, without relying on anything else. The sense of accomplishment from doing that can keep them happy for a long time.”

Sandra pondered for a moment and then said, “I advise you to be cautious and sensible. If this decision goes wrong, there might not be a chance to correct it.”

Maria lowered her head briefly before lifting it again with determination. “I know myself. I don’t have the power to kill Morgana in this life. If I manage not to get killed by her, that’s already a great success. But even if I can’t kill her, I have the opportunity today to defy her with my actions. Didn’t she dream of catching me? Well, she’ll never imagine that I’ll be right under her nose at this very moment. If I succeed, then I win one in the cat-and-mouse game we’ve been playing all these years. And when she’s gone, she won’t be able to claim victory over me. I’ll win to the very end! One day in the future, I’ll make sure she knows that I, Maria, wasn’t just running and fleeing from her all my life. I dared to stand up to her and laugh in her face, no matter how powerful she was. I, Maria, would still triumph over her!”

Sandra saw the excitement and eagerness in Maria’s eyes and began to understand her true feelings. She had been evading Morgana for over 300 years, running and hiding like no one else in the world. In this life, she might not have the strength to seek revenge, but she could make a statement with her incredible courage, slapping Morgana in the face right under her nose.

Sandra felt a bit infected by Maria’s determination and said, “If that’s the case, we don’t need someone to pretend to be a spy. I’ll stay here with you and wait for Morgana to come. I want to see for myself what kind of person she really is.”

Maria asked in surprise, “Young Master, are you really willing to accompany me?”

Sandra nodded with a smile, saying, “Absolutely.”

Maria spoke earnestly, “Walking on this tightrope is like standing on the edge of a cliff. One mistake and it’s fatal.”

Chuckling, Sandra replied, “If you’re not afraid, then why should I be?”

I’m different from you, I have no one to rely on, no family or loved ones. Death is not something I fear, in fact, it’s a release. So I want

persuade

a personal feud between me

coolly. “I have my own grievances with her. Though she didn’t kill my

face Morgana and you can find another opportunity to kill her

eyes and said seriously, “From now on, everything related to Morgana, you’re with me. Today, I’ll stand with you to defy her and in the future, you’ll stand with

Sandra began to blur and tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped away the tears and smiled softly, saying, “Thank you for your kindness. From this day forward, my

matching outfits. Rather

discovered fragments of her childhood memories. Pointing to a stone bridge they approached, she excitedly grasped Sandra’s hand and exclaimed, “Honey, I used to cross this very bridge

“Are you absolutely

once caused that break. It belonged to a stonemason who was transporting two stone sculptures to the chieftain’s new house. When the horse got

be visiting the chieftain with my grandfather from the ancient city of Dali that day, so I witnessed the entire

imagine the dramatic scene she described

candied haws, bounced onto the bridge. Her father, carrying bags and

followed the girl with a fond smile on her face and turned to Ishac, saying, “Back then, I

you, the clothes I wore back then were even prettier than hers and the beanbags my grandma embroidered for me were unrivaled in

Northern Europe, Sandra curiously asked, “When we met

by myself. I learned the art of female red embroidery from my grandma, but unfortunately, she passed away before I could master all