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

Chapter 111: "The evidence is gone. We couldn't link it to the Higgins family, but your father might have had a secret deal with Brevard." "What's the situation with Callie?" "It looks like a mere coincidence that she was there." Ethan exhaled smoke, reclining in his chair, his face obscured in the dim light. "I need solid proof, not suspicions." "I'm on it," the voice on the line responded, nearly whispering. Ethan's tone was cold as he continued, "Check into what Nyla and Murray have been up to lately." "Will do." The cold was biting as it neared the end of the year.

Despite the heating being on, Nyla, clad in business attire that left half her arm bare, shivered from the cold. Sitting at her computer, she cradled a warm cup, reviewing Ethan's packed itinerary. Her expression tightened. Why the sudden flurry of trips? Could it be just typical year-end business? In the CEO's office, Nyla began detailing Ethan's schedule for the day. She hesitated briefly as she mentioned his plans for the evening. "This evening, there's a banquet for the Marshall Group's anniversary; they've sent an invitation your way.

We haven't sent a response yet." "Tell them I will be there." Uncover new worlds at g alnov els ;com "Will do." After making a note of Ethan's response, Nyla went to the print room. She reflected on her own invitation from the Marshall Group as she looked over her notes. Since her studio had a prior partnership with them, it was natural for her to be invited. She had accepted, not knowing that Ethan would be attending too.

Just after stepping out of the elevator, she was interrupted by a voice saying, "Hey, Nyla Green, print this for me." Stopping in her tracks, Nyla looked toward the source of the voice and recognized Margaret Santiago from the secretary department. Confused, Nyla asked, "Are you speaking to me?" "Who else? Get on with it. Just because the CEO hired you doesn't mean you're anything special," Margaret sneered. Nyla, unfamiliar with Margaret and puzzled by her unfounded hostility, responded with a chill in her voice, "Could you possibly be more polite?

I'm not sure we've been introduced." Nyla took the documents Margaret handed her, quickly saw they were no longer relevant, and set them aside. "This is old paperwork. If you're trying to make a point, you'll need something more substantial." . . .