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

Chapter 133: "Come in," she responded with practiced nonchalance. The door swung open to reveal Margaret, flanked by two unfamiliar faces, their expressions carved with contempt. Nyla arched an eyebrow at the intrusion. Trouble, it seemed, had come calling. "I can't believe you dare show your face here," Margaret spat, her eyes gleaming with undisguised loathing. Nyla regarded her with cool detachment. "Is there something you need?" A malicious smile twisted Margaret's features. "Oh, yes. The company's annual event approaches.

Why don't you head downstairs and prepare the venue?" A soft, incredulous laugh escaped Nyla's lips. "I'll delegate someone to handle it." "NO. I said you," Margaret's voice carried the sharp edge of wounded pride. Her five years at the company had instilled in her a sense of superiority that no one dared challenge. Ethan's silence during Nyla's recent ordeal had only emboldened her. She'd convinced herself that Nyla's position should have been hers-just a few strategic moves away from Ethan's inner circle.

This perceived injustice festered, feeding Margaret's determination to witness Nyla's downfall. The two women hovering behind Margaret pounced on the tension. "When she gives an order, you follow. Or should we arrange another suspension?" "Some people coast by on looks alone. No substance, no skill-just a pretty facade." Nyla's glacial smile remained unchanged as she drummed her fingers against the desk with deliberate indifference. Margaret's composure shattered.

"Apologize now, and perhaps I'll allow you to stay." "And if I decline?" Nyla's voice carried the calm of a predator waiting to strike. Read it first on gⱯlnoⱱels.cøm Margaret thrust an accusatory finger toward Nyla's face. "Then I'll terminate you!" A glimmer of opportunity sparkled in Nyla's eyes. How fortuitous. While Ethan had forbidden her resignation, termination wasn't part of that agreement. "Really?" Nyla's voice dripped with calculated indifference.

"And what authority grants you that power?" Despite heading the secretary department-a position that held no jurisdiction over Nyla-Margaret's fury eclipsed reason. "I need no authority. You're fired! Effective immediately!" Hearing those words, Nyla swiftly grabbed her bag and stormed out, leaving no room for second thoughts. Margaret, caught off guard by her swift departure, stood frozen for a heartbeat before her lips curled into a smug grin. "You see what happens when someone messes with me?" she scoffed, arms folded across her chest as a sense of triumph washed over her.

Beside her, the two colleagues quickly chimed in with their praises. One of them said, "Margaret, who does she think she is? Challenging you was a bold mistake. Just a single word from you, and she scurries away like a frightened mouse!" "Absolutely," the other colleague agreed eagerly. "And I've always thought the CEO had a soft spot for you. After all, you've been a cornerstone of this company for years, perhaps..." . . .