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

Chapter 113: Nyla held up her arm and asked, "Would you call this just a gentle touch?" The blood had dried, leaving a vivid, long mark still clearly visible. Margaret caught a glimpse of it and defensively said, "It was an accident. She was tugging at my hair, and I ended up scratching her in the struggle." Their altercation had drawn a significant crowd, with onlookers forming a circle around them. Despite the tension, Nyla remained composed, her elegant features showing no sign of distress. Callie watched her with a slight frown, clearly unhappy with Nyla's poised demeanor.

"Why would I assault you?" Nyla asked. "What other reason could there be? You refused to print some papers for me. I only made a few remarks, and you lashed out. How is this my fault?" Margaret protested, clutching her hair and appearing wronged. Just then, the elevator arrived at their floor, the doors opening slowly and drawing the crowd's attention. Ethan emerged, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his coat over one arm, looking as if he was about to depart. A look of anticipated victory flickered in Callie's eyes, assuming Nyla's fate was sealed.

"What's all this about?" Jackson inquired, eyeing Nyla amidst the spectators and then shifting his focus to Ethan. Approaching Ethan, Callie quickly explained the incident. "It's a minor issue, Ethan. Nyla was just having a rough day and ended up striking a colleague." Your imagination starts at g Ɐ ln σ ν s․conn Ethan's frown deepened. Nyla stood somewhat apart from the group, visibly set apart as the others gathered away from her. His eyes dropped to the injury on her arm. "Did she hit someone?" Margaret responded anxiously, "Yes, Mr. Brooks. I merely asked for some documents to be printed.

She refused, I reprimanded her, and she attacked me. Miss Higgins and everyone here were witnesses." Ethan looked at Callie, who confirmed with a nod. "Yes, when we got here, Nyla was already pulling on Margaret's hair and making threats." "Why did you start a fight?" Ethan's voice cut through the tension, devoid of warmth, issuing a stern rebuke. Margaret, assuming Ethan was addressing her, trembled with anxiety, preparing to defend herself, only to realize he was questioning Nyla. Nyla remained silent, feeling isolated as she faced the crowd alone.

It was clear the odds were against her; she was isolated on one side, while a group formed against her on the other. Despite Ethan's power to intervene justly, he seemed indifferent. . . .