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

Chapter 151: "All of you, out," he commanded. The staff left without a word, leaving only the three of them in the spacious room. Murray arched a brow. "Should I go, too?" Nyla hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "No. Stay." Turning back to Jaxton, she leaned in, her voice low but laced with restrained anger. "Do you remember the Green Group collaboration? From years ago?" "Green Group?" His hoarse voice cracked. "I don't know anything about that. Why am I here? I don't know what you're talking about! I've paid all my debts-you've got the wrong person!" Nyla's eyes narrowed.

"About ten years ago, you worked as an accountant for Grandeagle Group. Brevard Higgins and Lorenzo Green struck a deal with some overseas contacts. On the day the goods were set to ship, there was an accident. And you were there. You witnessed it all." Her words landed like blows, each one chipping away at Jaxton's already crumbling resolve. His eyes darted around, unable to meet hers. Murray raised his head slightly, surprised. So Nyla was Lorenzo's daughter? He hadn't seen that coming. Nor had he guessed she'd been digging for the truth all these years.

Murray had heard whispers about Lorenzo's downfall, dismissed as a string of bad luck. His father had warned him to stay clear of it, but something had always felt unfinished. Now, it was clear there had been more to the story. "I don't know anything," Jaxton stammered, his voice barely audible. Nyla pulled a folded sheet of paper from her pocket and held it in front of him. "Your expenses in Verdia over the past few years add up to tens of millions. Casinos, gambling, reckless spending-you burned through it all. And you-an accountant-somehow managed to afford this lifestyle.

The Higgins family must have paid you, didn't they? Your family is gone, relocated somewhere. And yet, you stayed behind, all alone, stuck in Verdia because they've been controlling you." Her voice dropped, colder now. "You can choose to stay quiet, Jaxton. I could even let you walk out of here right now." Every story starts at gⱯlnσνs﹒оm Jaxton's head snapped up, panic flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nyla cut him off. "Do you think they don't know where you are? If I let you go, do you think they'll let you live? You're no longer useful to them.

You step out of this villa, and you won't survive the night." The color drained from Jaxton's face, his fragile composure collapsing into terror. He was trembling again, but now his shoulders sagged under the weight of her words. She was right. He'd been watched, controlled, every move monitored. And now that he was back in the country, they'd know. Whether he stayed silent or spoke, it wouldn't matter-they wouldn't believe him. He was expendable, and he knew it. The Higgins family had used him up. Leaving this room might as well be signing his own death warrant.

"I can't leave," he whispered, his voice breaking. "They'll kill me. Please, tell me-what do you want from me?" Nyla's lips curved into a faint, calculated smile. "Tell me everything. Every detail of what happened back then." In the villa's bright interior, Jaxton knelt on the polished floor, his features settling into a distant, contemplative mask as memories from years past washed over him. The fear that had initially gripped him had mellowed into something more measured, more controlled. . . .