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

Chapter 216: Claire's attention shifted to her, and she remembered how Alisha had just stood up for Nyla. The contrast was amusing. "Is she from your studio?" Claire asked, pointing at Alisha. Nyla snapped back to reality and nodded. Only then did she notice Alisha's deer-in-headlights expression. Before Nyla could answer, Alisha tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Nyla, I'm so embarrassed." "What nonsense are you saying?" Nyla teased, brushing off her nerves. "This is a designer from my studio. Her work is featured in this outfit too.

I even think she could take over the studio one day." Alisha's head shot up in alarm. "No way, Nyla! You can't leave us!" Nyla laughed gently. "I'm not leaving. I just think you're all capable enough to run things on your own now." Claire nodded approvingly. "She seems both talented and loyal. That's a rare combination." "She's also a huge fan of yours," Nyla added with a chuckle. Alisha raised her head briefly, only to cover her face in embarrassment. "Ms. Perry, I'm so sorry about earlier. I wasn't expecting you to be here. I'm not usually so impulsive-designers shouldn't act that way.

Really, I'm not like that." Her words tumbled out in a rush, her cheeks glowing crimson. She couldn't believe Claire had witnessed her outburst. "Relax," Claire said kindly. "Everyone has their moments. You showed real courage back there, and that's something to be proud of." Alisha blushed even deeper and ducked behind Nyla, her shyness reaching its peak. But after a moment, she peeked out and asked timidly, "Can... could I have your autograph?" More content at gαℓησνℓs․cøm Claire smiled, finding both Nyla's and her employee's personalities quite endearing.

"Of course." Alisha practically glowed as she clutched the autograph. On the way back to the car, her smile was radiant. "Are you really that happy?" Nyla asked, shaking her head with an affectionate grin. "It's like a dream come true! I'm so happy," Alisha gushed, waving the autograph like a treasure. "But, Nyla, I just want to work with you. I have no intention of taking over the studio. We're a team-always." Nyla paused, her expression softening. Then she nodded. "Yes, we'll always be a team." The banquet wrapped up.

Elsewhere, Stanton hurled a project proposal onto the floor in frustration. "Stanton," a charming voice broke the tension. Picking up the discarded document, its owner glanced through it casually. "I can provide you with the funding you need, but there's a catch-you'll have to do something for me. How about it?" . . .