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

Chapter 212: Stanton smirked and casually tossed the card onto the table between them. "I thought you might be someone significant. Turns out you're just from the studio run by that homewrecker's daughter-riding on borrowed connections. I expected better." The words hit Alisha like a slap. Her face hardened, but before she could respond, a familiar, sharp voice cut through the tension. "I expected better too," Nyla said, stepping forward. Her cool, commanding presence drew all eyes to her. "Trying to worm your way into Crestwave Group through their partners?

Let me guess, your proposal's still gathering dust?" Stanton stiffened but managed a sneer. He knew the Brooks family didn't value her. "You're one to talk. Everyone knows you only got the chance to cooperate with Crestwave Group through underhanded means. Do you think anyone respects you? Shameless." Nyla laughed-not angrily, but with an almost mocking amusement that sent a ripple of unease through Stanton. He took a step back, glancing nervously at the growing crowd of onlookers. Summoning whatever was left of his bravado, he stood his ground.

"Where's your evidence?" Nyla asked, her tone calm but laced with an edge of challenge. "If you can't provide any, I could sue you for defamation." "Evidence? Who needs evidence? Everyone in this circle knows about you!" Stanton shot back, his voice rising in a desperate attempt to maintain control. "If I were you, I'd have gone into hiding a long time ago!" Nyla took a deliberate step closer, her steady gaze piercing through his facade. Stanton, despite his earlier bluster, instinctively moved two steps back. "What... you want to hit me now?" he stammered, his voice faltering.

The commotion naturally drew attention. Callie, who had just arrived, spotted Nyla in the crowd and froze. gαℓησνs․com hosts captivating tales Her hand instinctively went to her face. Though the redness and swelling from the slap had been treated with ointment, leaving no visible marks, Callie felt as if everyone could still see it. Layers of makeup had hidden the physical traces, but the sting of humiliation lingered. Her teeth clenched as a wave of hatred surged through her. If not for the reporters mingling among the crowd, Callie might have lashed out.

But here, in the banquet hall, she had an image to uphold. She wouldn't risk her reputation for the sake of immediate revenge. Callie smirked as she watched the unfolding scene from a distance. Stanton Larson, notorious for his temper, was making a scene. With reporters already circling, she felt certain this would drag Nyla's reputation into the mud. "What's going on over there?" one onlooker asked. "No idea," someone murmured nearby. "Looks like a fight broke out. That guy's from the Larson family, isn't he?" "Yeah, trying to prove himself with some new project.

But I heard their family's on the brink of collapse." . . .