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

Chapter 129: Caught off guard by his straightforward approach, Nyla couldn't help but acknowledge the truth. "Indeed, I have a favor to ask. I need someone discreet to monitor an individual at your casino in Verdia." Murray paused, his knife suspended in the air, as the overhead light cast a shadow, obscuring his features and making his thoughts elusive. "My casino? Are you investigating someone?" Regaining his usual friendly demeanor after a momentary flicker of something more severe, Murray's presence made Nyla's nerves shiver. "Correct," she said.

"But I'm not at liberty to divulge specifics just yet. This individual frequents your establishment, which is why I've turned to you. Of course, there's no obligation." Murray savored a bite of his meal, reflecting before he responded, "I suspect you're asking for more than just surveillance." Engaging with a businessman like Murray required strategy, and Nyla was mindful of her phrasing. His quick grasp of her underlying intent did not upset her composed demeanor. "Has anyone ever told you it's intimidating to converse with you?

Sometimes I think you could guess my entire life from a single chat," Nyla said. Murray's response came with a grin. "Perhaps it's a knack." Nyla rolled her eyes playfully. "You're unbearable." "Very well, then. May I have the name and a photograph?" he asked, brushing aside her comment. Nyla's expression brightened. "I'll send them over later. Let's call this a favor-you'll have two in your debt. Just steer clear of anything illegal... or romantic." Murray chuckled. "I suppose patience is my only option. But I believe my moment will come." Nyla chose not to counter.

Sometimes granting a little hope eased the interaction, making it less strained. Explore captivating tales on galnovels . com After they finished dining, Murray offered Nyla a ride home, which she politely refused. He didn't insist, instead leaving her with a light-hearted warning. "Best avoid the casino, Nyla. It's no place for casual visits. You might find it's hard to leave." Murray had departed before Nyla could fully process his words. She was struck by the realization that the Wheeler family wielded power in both legitimate enterprises and the criminal underworld.

Regaining her composure, she eventually hailed a taxi and headed back to Cloudscape Mansion, albeit with reluctance. Upon her arrival, the villa was completely dark. As she switched on the lights, she noted Ethan's absence. After a moment's reflection, she remembered that Ethan was abroad for a few days. As the end of the year drew near, activity at the company ramped up. The CEO, usually not involved with the international branches since his return, had to participate in some annual conferences. Nyla relished the solitude, but a sudden noise from downstairs broke her tranquility. . . .