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

Chapter 156: Callie scowled. "Dad, you know how much I despise Nyla. If she gets her hands on the truth about what happened back then, she'll have leverage over me." Brevard tapped the table firmly, silencing her outburst. Callie bit her lip and reluctantly sank back into her seat. "Jaxton doesn't have the recording," Brevard said, his tone calm but final. Callie blinked, caught off guard. Jaxton didn't have the recording? Callie's confusion deepened. "Then why have we been giving him money all these years?" "He hid the truth well.

It wasn't until yesterday that we confirmed the recording is no longer in his possession," Brevard replied smoothly. Callie's eyes narrowed as she processed this revelation. Suddenly, a sly smile crept across her face. "Who's going to prove Jaxton's words are true now? Nyla won't find anything. Without evidence, it's just baseless accusations. She must be fuming right now." Her earlier anger faded, replaced by smug satisfaction. Brevard set down his cup and folded his hands. "I'll handle Nyla. You need to focus on Ethan. You're taking too long.

Get pregnant with his child-that's where your attention should be." On New Year's Eve, Nyla received a phone call from Vicki inviting her to join a dinner at Brooks Mansion. Reluctant to make a scene by declining, Nyla accepted and then ended the call. Inside the villa, Hana was overseeing the trimming of flowers in the greenhouse. Ethan appeared to have left early, as evidenced by the breakfast setting still laid out on the table. "Miss Green," Hana called out respectfully.

Feeling a bit uneasy with the formal title, Nyla pulled out a chair to sit and said, "Hana, please, just call me Nyla." Explore new chapters galηovels.c○m Hana smiled and replied, "The rules are the rules. And considering your standing, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to address you casually, in case it leads to any disrespect." Caught off guard, Nyla choked on her milk, coughing and blushing for a moment. "You're joking, right, Hana? I'm hardly..." She searched for a word that fit her ambiguous relationship status. A lover? Not exactly. A girlfriend? Even less so.

She felt more like a temporary guest. "Just a temporary guest here. There's no need for such formality." She resumed drinking her milk, concealing the sorrow in her gaze. Hana paused, taken aback. "But we've been informed that you're the lady of the house." Having served the Brooks family loyally for many years, Hana found it difficult to see Nyla as just a fleeting presence. It seemed clear to her that there was more between them, and she softened her tone. "Mr.

Brooks has been dedicated to the business world from a young age, often struggling to express his emotions." Nyla looked slightly puzzled. "You might think my perspective is biased, having served the Brooks family for decades, but careful observation is important. He's awkward with words and often struggles to express himself. You might find it helpful to see his actions from a different angle." . . .