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

Chapter 200: His phone lay beside him, Jackson's voice detailing recent work developments. One hand rested on the polished desk while the other absently twirled a pen, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. "Mr. Brooks, are you listening?" Jackson's voice cut through his reverie multiple times. Ethan cleared his throat, composing himself. "Repeat." "The medicine shipment has reached its destination. The overseas partners request a meeting. Shall we send an advance team?" Jackson dutifully reiterated. This captured Ethan's full attention, his dark eyes sharpening with intensity.

"Deploy five people discreetly. Maintain absolute secrecy." "Understood," Jackson continued. "Your father and Brevard have grown closer lately. Our surveillance team was discovered before gathering any significant intelligence." Ethan reclined in his chair, his expression unreadable as his pen tapped a sharp rhythm against the desk. "Roger's wariness is expected. Cease the surveillance. Regarding the Higgins family, any progress locating the individuals from that incident?" "We found one witness.

They claimed Callie was walking her dog and simply wandered into that area, making your rescue purely coincidental." Ethan's skepticism remained unchanged. Despite years of explanations from the Higgins family and others' acceptance, something about that night still felt orchestrated. "Dig deeper. Find the others. Maintain surveillance on Brevard. The eastern prison belongs to the Higgins family-station observers there as well." A knock echoed through the room.

Discover what's next on gⱯlnσνℓs․o When Ethan responded with a simple "Come in," he found Nyla peering in, her hair swept up into a casual bun. Gone was her usual sophisticated demeanor, replaced by an endearing vulnerability that made his heart skip. "Dinner's ready. Hana sent me to fetch you," she announced, lingering at the threshold. Her fingers played with the door handle as her gaze darted around, betraying her reluctance to leave. This uncharacteristic display of shyness stirred something protective within Ethan.

A possessive warmth bloomed in his chest-he yearned to be the only one who witnessed this softer side of her. As he approached, Nyla finally released her grip on the handle. "Why the sudden gift of flowers?" she ventured, trying to mask her curiosity. "What does it mean?" Despite her attempt at nonchalance, hope danced in her eyes. Ethan halted abruptly, causing Nyla to pause beside him. "What's wrong?" she asked. . . . Message from Noah: New novels in a few hous dear readers. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. („• ֊ •„)੭ .