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

Chapter 205: Nyla had chosen a striking vintage-style suit, the latest design from their studio, and was eager to gauge the reception. Sitting beside her in the car, Alisha fidgeted, overwhelmed by her first high-profile event. "Nyla, perhaps I should find a quiet corner. I doubt I'll manage more than a whisper," Alisha confessed, wringing her hands. Nyla squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Stay close to me. We're not here to dazzle-just to be noticed." Seeing Alisha's anxiety persist, Nyla played her trump card. "How about a complete set from YSL's new collection?

Including those heels you've been eyeing?" "Really?" "Still nervous?" "Not anymore!" Nyla leaned back with satisfaction, eyes closed. She'd been contemplating the studio's succession, and Alisha, with her exceptional design instincts and team-oriented thinking, seemed the perfect candidate. Building her confidence would be expensive, but worthwhile. Upon their arrival, the gala buzzed with conversation the moment Nyla and Alisha stepped through the doors. All eyes seemed to gravitate toward them, particularly Nyla.

Her natural beauty, paired with the striking vintage suit, commanded attention. The asymmetrical lines of her outfit flowed like art in motion, exuding elegance with a modern edge. Her cool, composed demeanor only added to her mystique, leaving a trail of whispers in her wake. "Who's that? A movie star? I don't recognize her." gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm is a world of wonder "She's stunning. Maybe she's some kind of celebrity?" "No, no. That's Nyla-Ryland Brooks' daughter. You know, the illegitimate one from his affair before his wife passed away." "Wow, you're bold to say that out loud here.

Aren't you worried someone will hear?" "Relax. It's common knowledge in the industry. Anyway, rumor has it the Brooks family can't stand her. She's practically an outcast." "Then what's she doing here? Is she asking for trouble?" "Who knows? Word is her studio's struggling, and she's probably here to schmooze for business connections." "Fat chance. Who'd want to work with her?" The whispers slithered through the room, reaching Nyla's ears with unmistakable clarity. She didn't flinch.

Instead, her expression remained calm, as though the words held no more weight than the hum of the air conditioning. Alisha, however, was less composed. She glanced at Nyla with a mix of concern and admiration. Though she didn't know much about Nyla's family situation, one thing was clear: her boss was remarkable-far better than the petty gossip suggested. . . .