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

Chapter 135: Callie's initial shock subdued, and she merely nodded with a faint smile. "I see. I have some documents that need the deputy CEO's signature." She made her way to the deputy CEO's office, her expression one of scornful detachment. In her mind, Margaret's naivety was laughable if she truly thought Nyla just gave up. Nevertheless, it was harmless. Having someone else take the blame sometimes made things simpler. Nyla swept into the studio, drawing Candy's surprised glance. "Why the shock? Can't the boss make an appearance?

Just forward this year's report when it's complete," Nyla said, her confident stride carrying her toward the office. "Hold on... Weren't you supposed to be tied up at Crestwave Group?" Candy twirled her pen thoughtfully. "Do they offer holidays this early? Maybe I should consider applying there." Nyla pivoted, her previously bright expression souring. "What do you mean, tied up at Crestwave Group?" she asked, irritation seeping into her voice. "A week ago, you mentioned landing yourself a boss and working to cover our payments," Candy reminded her.

"Isn't that essentially a commitment?" Nyla's internal eye-roll went unspoken. "Shouldn't that earn some gratitude?" "Oh, we're grateful. Even more so if it boosts our year-end bonuses," Candy responded, depositing a stack of documents on Nyla's desk before heading to the door. "The report will be ready tonight." Nyla allowed herself a quiet laugh. Her own office truly felt like home. After handling the documents, she reached for her phone to call Bonnie. Just then, Austen's call came through. She hesitated before answering. "Nyla, come to the hospital.

Bonnie's been attacked." Read the latest updates at gαℓησνℯs․com Her expression transformed instantly. Snatching her coat, she bolted out, leaving bewildered faces in her wake. Behind the wheel, Nyla tried to steady her nerves. Despite Austen's assurance that the situation wasn't critical, anxiety gnawed at her. Who would dare assault Bonnie? She'd only just returned home and wasn't one to court trouble or enemies. At the hospital, Nyla rushed to a private room. Inside, she found Bonnie perched on the bed, pressing an ice pack to her face, eyes rimmed red.

Austen hovered protectively, his arm draped across her shoulders in comfort. Seeing Bonnie relatively unharmed, Nyla released her held breath and approached with forced casualness. "What happened? Who did this? Where are they?" Her voice remained steady despite her clenched fists. Bonnie shifted away from Austen slightly, clutching her ice pack. "It was Stella from the Brooks family. A certain guy's obsessed fan who started screaming at me..." Upon seeing me, Bonnie scoffed, "Apparently, drama runs in their blood!" Nyla's brow furrowed as she shot Austen a pointed look.

"Haven't you dealt with Stella yet? If you're interested, stay away from Bonnie!" . . .