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

Chapter 163: Shock flared in Nyla's eyes. Jaxton had taken his own life? How could he have done that so suddenly? Murray explained the grim details, saying, "While being served his meal, he paused, broke the plate, and used a shard to cut his throat." Nyla struggled to grasp the notion of Jaxton's suicide. He had fought so hard to survive after his capture, spilling secrets he had long kept hidden just to cling to life. And his capture had been only days ago. "There must be more to it than suicide," Nyla suggested tentatively.

"Perhaps someone in your villa..." She trailed off, hesitant to directly accuse Murray's trusted subordinates. Yet the circumstances surrounding Jaxton's death were undeniably strange. Surely, he had been coerced. What else could explain such a drastic act from a man so desperate to live? The entire situation seemed far too peculiar. "Indeed, that's a possibility. The investigation is ongoing," Murray replied, his expression tightening with a flicker of annoyance.

He had already considered the possibility that someone close to him-perhaps even under his own roof-could be involved, hinting at a deeper conspiracy. His mouth twisted into a dark, angry smile. This was becoming quite the plot. Suddenly, a realization struck Nyla. "His family!" she blurted out. Could Jaxton have known his wife and daughter were in danger? Could his suicide have been demanded? gⱯlnσνes․com has the stories you love Could this all have been orchestrated by someone pulling the strings behind the scenes?

The more Nyla delved into her thoughts, the more tangled the web seemed to become. This was far from straightforward. "You're suggesting..." Murray replied, but Nyla cut him off firmly, saying, "Exactly. Jaxton cherished his family. Someone must have leveraged that love to force his hand." Apart from the Higgins family, no one else seemed aware of the whereabouts of Jaxton's wife and daughter. A shadow crossed Nyla's expression. Their patience was wearing thin, wasn't it? Had they grown anxious about her potential discoveries?

"It sounds like you might suspect who's involved," Murray said over the phone, his tone light, though his brow furrowed in speculation. "I wish I could confirm that, but there's no solid proof. They've covered their tracks well," Nyla responded, her voice tinged with frustration. "How can there be absolutely no trace?" Murray's laughter carried a note of irony. "The very people under my roof are the proof. This situation implicates more than just you. I'm under scrutiny as well, and I must ensure they regret underestimating me." . . .