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

Chapter 112: Margaret lost her temper and jabbed a finger toward Nyla, yelling, "Using your looks to get ahead, and you expect politeness?" Nyla looked incredulously at the accusation. "If you're having mental issues, perhaps seeking out a psychiatrist would help. There's one not far from here." Attempting to walk away, Nyla was abruptly stopped as Margaret grabbed her arm, scratching it sharply. Glancing at her now bleeding arm, Nyla fought to keep her composure. "Release me!" Margaret looked satisfied with the mark she'd made. "That'll teach you.

You think too much of yourself." In a flash of anger, Nyla seized Margaret by the hair and pulled her in close. "Missed what I said? Seeking conflict intentionally, are you? If you have a grievance, I suggest you take it up with the CEO." "Ouch! You shameless bitch, how could you attack me like this! You'll regret this!" Margaret's head throbbed from the forceful tug at her hair. Then, from behind them, a soft yet astonished voice broke through. "What's happening here? Nyla, why are you involved in a physical altercation? Release her at once." Callie and several coworkers stared in disbelief.

Nyla's expression tightened momentarily, but she soon understood what was happening. As Nyla released her grip, Margaret immediately grabbed her scalp, tears streaming down her face. "Miss Higgins, please help me," Margaret pleaded through her sobs, portraying herself as the aggrieved party. ℓã†e$† ¢hαρ†єrş ĩή ğąℓŋövєłŝ.¢σм Their colleagues quickly circled to console her. "Look at how red her face is from being pulled. How hard did Nyla pull? It's shocking to see such aggression nowadays." "Indeed, and right here in the office! How could she initiate such a confrontation?

Has she always been this hostile?" "Don't worry, Margaret. We're witnesses. We'll ensure justice is served." Nyla overheard the murmurs, growing increasingly frustrated by the apparent setup. A glint of pleasure was evident in Callie's eyes, though her voice maintained a semblance of concern. "Nyla, wasn't there a better way to handle this? Why escalate to violence?" "She was the instigator," Nyla responded calmly, facing the gathered crowd. She explained the situation despite knowing that her words might fall on skeptical ears. "We saw everything.

Margaret merely touched your arm, and you lashed out by grabbing her hair," said one of Margaret's supporters with a harsh tone. . . .