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

Chapter 208: "I doubt anything I say would please you," Nyla said coolly, meeting Roger's glare without flinching. "So why don't you save us both the trouble and just tell me what you want?" "Humph. Bold for someone your age," Roger's tone was laced with disdain. "I know you've been seducing Ethan, clouding his judgment. But let's not pretend. He's the head of the Brooks family, and you? You're just a nobody tagging along with your mother. What makes you think you belong at his side?" "So what you're really saying is you want me to leave him," Nyla replied, her voice steady, her eyes sharp.

Roger tilted his head slightly, a thin smile playing on his lips. He appreciated her directness, even as he dismissed her. "You're clever enough to see that. If you leave, the Brooks family will compensate you generously. Fifty million. And I'll make sure your mother and Nolan live comfortably in the Brooks family home for the rest of their lives." For a moment, Nyla considered it. The offer was tempting-walking away from Ethan might actually smooth over every crack in her life, even fulfill Vicki's ambitions for her. But she wasn't the same naive girl she had been.

Deals like this no longer swayed her. "Three hundred million," she said flatly. Callie, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, couldn't hold back anymore. "Nyla, are you out of your mind? Do you think you're in a position to make demands?" Nyla turned to her, a glint of steel in her gaze. "I said, three hundred million. Pay me, and I'll leave Ethan. Or can't you afford it? If not, don't waste my time." She turned sharply, as if to walk away, but Roger's voice stopped her. "You've got some nerve." g αℓ ησ ν ℓs․com takes you away His words dripped with condescension. "Fine.

Three hundred million. But you'll leave Ulares and never contact Ethan again. Not even once." Nyla froze mid-step. The deal was massive-a fortune that could secure her and her family's future. "Really?" she said, her voice calm but testing. "You'll actually go through with it?" Roger's lips curled in smug triumph. He believed he had her pegged-just another woman blinded by greed. A woman like Nyla could never rise to Ethan's level. She lacked status, pedigree, and refinement. The very idea of her marrying Ethan was laughable. "Of course," he replied.

Nyla's gaze flicked back to him, unreadable. "Okay, but I don't agree-" Her words were cut short by a sharp, reverberating bang. The door swung open with force, the sound echoing through the room as all heads turned. Ethan stood in the doorway, his presence commanding. No one moved. No one spoke. . . .