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

Chapter 177: Jackson froze. How was this possible? Wasn't Nyla supposed to be safely at Maple Villa? Time crept forward with agonizing slowness. Their captors had conducted cursory checks three times already. Nyla had detected a pattern-visits occurred every ninety minutes like clockwork, followed by a scan before departure. The guards rotated in pairs, and while some were meticulous, others barely cast a glance their way. Soon, it would be the turn of the more careless duo. Seizing her chance, Nyla shifted her position, reaching into her pocket.

Her fingers discovered a small, sharp treasure-the eyebrow razor she'd absentmindedly pocketed at the studio earlier that day. Had it not jabbed her hip during her movement, the tool might have remained forgotten. "Callie, shall we collaborate for the moment?" Her wrist stung where the rope had carved raw, bleeding grooves, but she maintained her grip on the razor. Callie's eyes fluttered open, irritation etched across her features. "What?" "I've discovered our escape route. When those two incompetent guards return, we'll conceal ourselves behind that counter.

Once they enter for inspection, we bolt." Nyla harbored no illusions about saving Callie. She knew with certainty that once freed, Callie would betray her without hesitation. But circumstances forced their temporary alliance. Callie released a derisive snort. "And what magical solution do you possess? Why should I trust you?" Callie paused before her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Her voice dripped with derision as she added, "We both know Ethan isn't swooping in to rescue you.

Unless you're concealing a brilliant alternative, this is your sole chance at freedom, right?" Nyla almost chuckled at the rich, spoiled lady's naiveté about their dire situation. More books uploaded on gⱯlnσνls․cøm "You genuinely believe Ethan's arrival ensures our survival?" Nyla's whispered words cut like steel. "Haven't you realized these men are hunting him? Notice how they've never mentioned ransom? That speaks volumes. They're not seeking money-they want leverage. Your capture serves their purpose perfectly. Consider the possibility of a trade-one life exchanged for another.

Even if you survive, do you imagine they'll simply release you? Haven't you noticed that? These men aren't local to Ulares. They arrived prepared, with no intention of leaving this place alive." Callie's complexion blanched, but she remained silent. Her intelligence prevented her from disputing Nyla's flawless reasoning. Drawing a tremulous breath, Callie steadied herself. "Very well. What's your strategy?" Nyla subtly revealed the pink eyebrow razor clutched in her hand. Callie's eyes widened in recognition, darting anxiously toward the entrance. "Where did you obtain that?" "Irrelevant.

The next patrol consists of the negligent pair. Their cursory inspections miss everything. I've memorized their rotation-they're due momentarily. After their departure, we'll have ninety minutes to execute our plan." Nyla attacked the rope methodically, maintaining periodic vigilance toward the door. . . .