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

Chapter 176: Callie froze mid-struggle and shot Nyla a withering look. "How are you not worried?" "Worrying won't do us any good," Nyla said calmly, her voice even. "We need to figure out how to get out of here. Panicking is just a waste of time." She let her eyes wander around the room, taking in every detail. The place had the look of an abandoned factory, with rusted scrap metal strewn across the floor and the faint smell of oil lingering in the air. The windows were securely bolted, offering no escape, and the heavy iron door-their only apparent exit-was almost certainly guarded.

It was like a bad joke with no punchline. "Find a way out?" Callie scoffed, leaning back against the wall. "Sure, let me just conjure up a magical key, shall I? Face it-this is hopeless. Ethan's going to come for me." Nyla's thoughts drifted to Ethan. Though she doubted he cared for her anymore, a small part of her hoped he might come. She quickly pushed the notion aside and resumed searching for something to cut her bonds. Meanwhile, at the Brooks Mansion, both families had gathered in the living room. Flavia's quiet sobs filled the tense air.

"My precious daughter has never been through anything like this. What do they want? Money? Tell me how much-they can have it!" Flavia whimpered, clinging to Brevard's sleeve. Brevard shared her distress, having never imagined such chaos before the engagement party. Ethan had received the kidnappers' demands-they wanted a batch of newly developed drugs from abroad. These nerve-numbing substances were illegal and dangerous, intended for sale to criminal organizations and powerful syndicates. It was a plan Ethan had cultivated for a year.

His resolve wavered when another photo arrived-Nyla bound and captive. Flavia noticed his expression darken. "Did they send a message? What do they want? We'll pay them anything! Just get my daughter back!" Your next journey starts at gⱯlnσνℓs․o The captor's message arrived. "Mr. Brooks, it seems you'll have to come in person. Don't bring anyone, or I can't promise their safety." "They want me," Ethan stated calmly. "I'll go, but arrange for backup nearby. Stay away yourselves, or you'll be spotted." Roger protested, "You can't go.

It's clearly a trap." "And what about my daughter?" Flavia's voice broke as she turned on Roger, her grief spilling out in raw sobs. "Are you just going to let her die because you're afraid of risks?" Brevard wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders, trying to calm her. But Flavia pleaded, "They will kill my daughter if they don't see Ethan." Ethan's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "I'll bring her back safely. Trust me." Racing to his car, he contacted Jackson. "Have you pinpointed the location?" "It's already sent to your phone," Jackson replied.

"There are multiple hostiles. I'll be nearby, but I'll keep out of sight." "Good." Ethan hesitated for a brief moment, then added, "Nyla's there too. Make sure you keep track of her." . . .