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

Chapter 132: Beside them, a tray held the discarded, bloodied gauze, showcasing a stark, knife-like scar on Ethan's waist that continued to seep blood-an unnerving sight indeed. "Do you think this will make those people suspicious?" Jackson queried, his tone laced with concern. "Ensuring her safety is what matters most right now," Ethan asserted, flinching as the sting of alcohol hit the raw edges of his wound, his teeth clenched to suppress any outcry. With a heavy heart and guilt etched in every line of his expression, Jackson stepped closer. "I couldn't keep you safe.

I'm prepared for any consequences." "Stop that. We couldn't have seen this coming," Ethan retorted, his brow beaded with sweat as he fought through waves of pain. Jackson, overwhelmed by guilt, hung his head low. Ethan, noticing his distress, commanded firmly, "Jackson, your task tonight is to scour those casinos and confront whoever is responsible." "Understood," Jackson muttered, his features clouded with sorrow as he turned to leave, deeply troubled by his failure to safeguard Ethan.

After his wound was carefully bandaged, Ethan, grimacing with pain, managed to make it to the evening banquet. The branch company had invested heavily in this lavish event to honor him, drawing a distinguished crowd. Ethan, despite the circumstances, appreciated the efforts made. Suddenly, Keith's call came through. "Heard about your injury. You still standing, huh? Listen, there's something you need to know. Someone from your mother's past-it's crucial. They're overseas, likely hiding in a casino.

I'll send over the details." After three days of suspension, Nyla strode back into the office, where an unusually tense atmosphere permeated the halls. With the CEO away and the deputy CEO temporarily at the helm, every step she took seemed to echo with unspoken judgment. Find your favorite stories at galnovels .com As she made her way to the printer, clutching a stack of documents, hushed voices trailed in her wake like poisoned whispers. "Unbelievable. She actually came back. No shame at all." "Well, when you've got connections, why would you care?

Word is she charmed her way in." "Wasn't it the CEO himself who recruited her?" "You clearly haven't heard what happened the other day. The CEO treated her like a ghost-completely ignored her. I bet she fabricated those rumors herself." "Ugh, disgusting. Can't HR purge people like her? She's contaminating the workplace." Gathering her materials, Nyla retreated to her desk and sank into her chair with a measured sigh. The barbed comments barely pierced her armor, but the prospect of enduring this hostile environment wore at her patience.

Ethan's directive-to remain until Claudine's return from overseas-still bound her to this place. Walking away wasn't an option. Not yet. A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. . . .