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

Chapter 215: Nyla's heart raced. Her idol-someone she had admired for years-was standing before her, not just defending her but claiming her as a successor. The revelation felt surreal. She had only met Claire twice! "But what about her character?" someone asked. Claire's smile faded, her expression turning sharp. "If I doubted her character, I wouldn't have chosen her as my successor." The room fell silent. Stanton, however, was far from pacified. His face darkened with frustration, but he knew better than to challenge Claire outright.

Any further outburst could cost him more than his reputation-it could doom his project for good. He shot a glare at Nyla, his resentment barely contained. She met his gaze with steady calm, her poise only infuriating him further. "What you've said tonight has been recorded," Nyla said coolly, her voice carrying a quiet strength. "Including by the reporters present. If you can't back your claims with evidence, we'll settle this in court." Stanton gritted his teeth, his lips curling into a sneer. "I'll find evidence. Just you wait," he growled before turning and storming off.

As the crowd began to disperse, Claire turned back to Nyla, her expression softening. "Ms. Perry," Nyla began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, "thank you for defending me. But... I don't think I can accept the role of your successor. It's too much. I'm not skilled enough to handle that responsibility." Claire's eyes softened further, but her voice remained steady. "If you're not capable, Nyla, then I'm afraid I'll never find a successor in my lifetime." Nyla froze, momentarily stunned. What did Claire mean by that? . Claire watched Nyla's dazed expression with quiet amusement.

The contrast between her usual composed demeanor and this unexpected vulnerability was surprisingly endearing. "I've made myself clear," Claire said with a wry smile, shaking her head. "If you still refuse, I might end up working for the rest of my life." Nyla's heart fluttered with excitement. Hearing her idol acknowledge her-let alone declare her as the only successor-was beyond anything she had imagined. "I'll do my best to make sure you can retire early," Nyla joked, a light grin tugging at her lips. Claire chuckled, her eyes falling on Nyla's outfit.

"Is this your design?" she asked, intrigued. Nyla nodded. "It's impressive-a design that truly speaks. Your passion shines through every detail," Claire said, her gaze warm with admiration, as though evaluating it by the highest standards. Beside Nyla, Alisha stood awkwardly, her head bowed and cheeks flushed, as though wishing she could vanish. . . .