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

Chapter 209: Nyla's unfinished sentence seemed to cool him off slightly. His expression softened as he took her hand without a word. Then he turned and began to lead her away. "Come back here!" Roger's voice thundered behind them, filled with fury. "You'd keep that greedy woman by your side? A daughter of a mistress-how could she ever be worthy of you, worthy of being my daughter-in-law?" The force of his anger shook the room. If not for the soundproofing, the entire banquet hall would have heard his outburst. "And remember this," Roger bellowed, his voice rising with each word.

"It was me who put you where you are! If you go against the Brooks family for her, you'll have nothing left. Marry Callie, or the Brooks name will have no place for you!" Ethan stopped abruptly. He turned his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. "You must have forgotten something." His voice was icy, each word deliberate. "I'm the one running Crestwave Group now. Go ahead.

Let's see how long the Brooks family lasts without me." Ethan dragged Nyla away, leaving Roger slumped in his chair, dramatically clutching his chest as if the weight of his fury had become physical. Callie darted to his side, concern etched across her face. "Roger, are you alright? It's fine. Maybe Ethan really does like her." Her tone carried a tinge of grievance, but her eyes betrayed her resentment-a detail Roger, consumed by his anger, failed to notice. "Don't worry," Roger growled, his voice firm despite his heaving breaths. "This position is yours.

You are my chosen daughter-in-law, and no one will take it from you!" Callie bit her lip, lowering her gaze to mask the smug satisfaction curling at the edges of her mouth. Yet a flicker of displeasure lingered in her thoughts. Why had Ethan shown up? He wasn't supposed to be here. Even in the face of such a confrontation, he had taken Nyla's side-again. He had chosen her. Stay tuned for updates at gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm Callie's confusion and frustration festered as she struggled to understand why Ethan was so protective of Nyla now.

She was jolted back to the present when Nyla reappeared moments later. Callie's breath hitched in surprise, her eyes widening. Roger, seeing Nyla's return, assumed she'd come to reconsider. A smug smile tugged at his lips. "What is it? Have you thought it through? It's not too late to regret." But Nyla's only response was to stride directly toward Callie. The slap that followed resounded through the room, sharp and unforgiving. Everyone froze, stunned by the sheer audacity of it. Callie staggered back, her cheek already reddening, swelling from the force of Nyla's hand. . . .