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

Chapter 134: Before the sentence could trail off, Margaret cut in sharply, "Enough with the fantasies. Everyone's aware Callie will be the CEO's wife." Unperturbed, the second colleague speculated further, saying, "You know, in the realms of the wealthy, marriages are often strategic alliances more than romantic unions. Margaret, with your dedication, perhaps one day the title of CEO's wife might not be so out of reach." "I wouldn't put it past you," the other added, nodding in agreement.

Margaret didn't say a word, her silence laden with unspoken thoughts, but her eyes betrayed her-a spark of ambition gleamed within them. Having weathered countless storms and outlasted many in the secretary department, she couldn't help but entertain the possibility of ascending further. With a quiet sense of entitlement swelling within her, she masked her ambition with a pragmatic smile and said, "Let's keep this conversation to ourselves.

Now, everyone, back to work." The pair acknowledged her words with a nod, and with a satisfied smile, Margaret exited the office, only to stumble upon Callie unexpectedly. Holding a stack of documents that she was presumably taking for approval from the deputy CEO, Callie looked too sweet and mild to be the future matriarch she was reputed to be. Internally chuckling in disdain, Margaret thought that if it weren't for her family's riches, Callie would be invisible to someone like Ethan.

Feeling Margaret's eyes on her, Callie looked up, her eyes briefly clouding with a hint of contempt before she masked it with a polite smile. "Margaret, it's you." "Miss Higgins, are you here to see the deputy CEO?" Margaret returned the greeting with equal warmth. "Just Callie, please. Were you just in Nyla's office?" Callie's gaze drifted toward the hallway leading to Nyla's office. More to discover gαℓησνeℓs․cøm "Yes, I was," Margaret replied, her tone laced with conceit. "I needed her to handle something, but she declined. Can you believe it?

I threatened to fire her, and her response was priceless!" Curiosity piqued, Callie leaned in. "Really? What did she say?" "She simply said, 'Go ahead and fire me. I don't need this job,' and then she walked out on the spot." Callie was utterly taken aback. It was hard to believe-Nyla had actually left, just like that, because of Margaret? Something about this felt off. This wasn't the Nyla she knew. With a puzzled frown, Callie questioned softly, "Is she not under the secretary department? Did she really leave?" "Indeed. Why waste resources on someone so incompetent?

The secretary department was completely justified in cutting her loose," Margaret declared, a touch of smugness coloring her tone. "So, you dismissed her?" Callie pieced everything together swiftly. "Absolutely." Margaret seemed to revel in her own narrative, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips. . . .