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

Chapter 214: Stanton never expected Claire to show up. Her presence hit him like a cold wind, sweeping away the last shred of confidence he had left. The collective gaze of the room now bore down on him. His reputation was on the brink of collapse, he realized. "Just think she doesn't deserve to continue in our industry," he said, his voice bitter and trembling with resentment. Claire's expression hardened. "Have you even seen her work?" she asked, her voice slicing through the murmurs in the room. "Do you know which designs are hers?

While you've been scraping together collaborations, she's been presenting collections on international runways and receiving personal invitations to major shows." The words hit Stanton like a punch. His face turned ashen in disbelief. Around the room, shocked whispers rippled through the crowd. In their circles, Nyla had always been a controversial name. Her studio had struggled to stay afloat, and her reputation was clouded by rumors. Many believed her success was purely due to connections-particularly her ties to Crestwave Group, where several Brooks family members held influence.

But now, hearing Claire Perry-a legend in the fashion world-vouch for Nyla's talent? That was something none of them had anticipated. "Impossible," Stanton spat, his voice louder now as though sheer volume could reinforce his denial. "She must have stolen someone else's designs! Ms. Perry, don't let her fool you!" Claire's brow furrowed, and she scanned the room, noting the skeptical expressions of several attendees. It was clear they shared Stanton's doubts. For a moment, Claire considered letting the situation play out, but then a sharper resolve took over.

She wasn't going to stand by while such a talented designer was torn down by baseless accusations. Check new chapters at galnovels․com "She's my successor," Claire declared, her tone firm and unwavering. "Do you think I would be so easily fooled?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Even Stanton froze, his jaw slack as he stared at Claire. Not far away, Callie stiffened, her face a mix of disbelief and fury. Successor? The word felt like a slap. How could this be? Her father had assured her that Claire had agreed to mentor her. Now, Claire was publicly endorsing Nyla? "Ms.

Perry, did you just say Nyla is your successor?" someone in the crowd asked hesitantly. "But... didn't you recently say you hadn't found any designer who met your standards?" Claire's gaze softened as she turned to Nyla, who stood frozen in stunned silence. "Indeed, I hadn't," Claire replied, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Because I hadn't met Nyla yet." . . .