Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 107: "I need the details on the Flores Group partnership," she replied flatly, her tone devoid of respect for the man she deemed a hypocrite. "Take this," Ryland responded, reclining in his chair as he slid the contract across the desk. "Meet with Mr. Flores for dinner tonight and secure his signature." As Nyla reached for the contract and prepared to leave, Ryland's unsettling voice halted her. "I realize you're reluctant, but it's unfortunate you're not more cooperative.

It would've spared you such tasks." She slowly turned, catching the lustful look in Ryland's eyes as he approached and casually draped an arm around her waist. He leaned close, inhaling near her neck as though relishing her scent. "Just comply with my wishes, and I can provide you with anything." A wave of revulsion surged through Nyla.

"Ryland, what do you think Nelson would do if he found out it was you who drove his mother to her demise, and then brought Vicki here as your mistress to conceal your misdeeds?" Instantly, Ryland's hand tightened around her neck, his eyes wide with shock and fear. "Who informed you of that? Tell me!" "The truth can't be masked forever by someone as vile as you," Nyla responded, her face reddening under his grasp. She laughed defiantly. "Don't test me, Ryland, or I might just bring everyone down with me." As Ryland's hold intensified, Nyla struggled against the increasing constriction.

She fought to loosen his grip. A knock at the door of the study momentarily interrupted the intense situation. With the knock, Ryland let go, and Nyla fell to the floor, desperately catching her breath. Nelson walked in, glancing briefly at Nyla sprawled on the floor before diverting his eyes. "Grandfather has sent for you." "Understood," Ryland replied, adjusting his suit as he disregarded Nyla's condition. "Ensure the deal concludes today, or be prepared for the fallout." ｍｅ ｕｄｔｅｓ ｎ ɢｌｖｌ. Ryland departed, and Nyla slowly rose to her feet.

As she walked past Nelson, she weakly said, "Thank you." "It's unnecessary, I'm only delivering a message," Nelson replied, his voice cool and distant, as he made his way downstairs. Leaning against the wall for support, Nyla took a moment to collect herself before she picked up the contract and exited the Brooks Mansion. She headed to a designated restaurant. Nyla arrived right on time, entering a private dining room where two men were engrossed in discussion. They looked up and exchanged pleased glances as she entered. "Forgive my lateness, Mr. Flores, Mr.

Lyons," Nyla said, presenting herself with poise in her elegant purple dress and beige coat. Zack Flores and Wendell Lyons visibly admired her, their eyes nearly popping. "Miss Green, traditionally, being late means a penalty of three drinks," Zack commented, his grin overtly flirtatious. Wendell echoed enthusiastically, saying, "Exactly, exactly." Nyla recognized their scheme immediately. She set her bag down, poured three drinks, and said, "I'll gladly accept the penalty of three drinks." . . .