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

Chapter 232: "The person you wanted me to track down-I found him. He's running a repair shop on the northern side of the city. Seems to be doing pretty well for himself." Murray lazily swirled the wine in his glass, savoring a leisurely sip of the crimson liquid. So, Hudson Warren hadn't ended up with a fortune after all. Nyla mulled over what she'd pieced together-some of those involved in the incident had walked away with hefty sums and vanished overseas. Yet, Hudson had stayed behind, setting up a shop as though he had nothing to hide.

Did he truly know nothing about what had unfolded back then? Nyla inclined her head slightly, her voice calm. "Thanks." Murray's lips quirked into an amused smile. "Is that it? No follow-up questions? Or are you still sulking over what happened at the airport that day?" The question jolted Nyla back to the present reality, drawing a wry smile. "I knew you orchestrated that deliberately." Satisfaction spread across Murray's features as he reclined in his chair. "Naturally. And you two seem quite the picture of marital bliss.

Congratulations." He punctuated his words by draining his glass in one fluid motion. A subtle change in Murray's demeanor caught Nyla's attention-a hint of melancholy that seemed unrelated to her situation. Something else weighed on him, though she couldn't pinpoint what. "Thanks," she offered tentatively. "Save your gratitude. I'll continue provoking Ethan-after all, you're the one I've been pursuing." Mischief danced in Murray's eyes as his teasing smile emerged. Irritation prickled under Nyla's skin at his persistent game. "Must you continue using me as your shield?

What did you discover about Jaxton's death?" "Ah, that mystery's solved," Murray replied with calculated casualness. "Someone with nothing left to lose took the money. It's all been resolved." This explanation revealed why he'd agreed to help investigate Hudson-a gesture of atonement for his earlier oversight, despite Nyla's assurances it wasn't necessary. galnσνℓs․cøm opens doors to new adventures "That's... good to hear." "Such coldness.

Aren't you curious about the perpetrator's identity?" Murray's probing made Nyla want to laugh, but anxiety over Ethan's continued silence drew her eyes back to her phone. His lack of response kindled growing unease. Was he angry? Simply occupied? Understanding dawned. "You're deliberately stalling," Nyla accused, disquiet settling in her chest. "Murray, you cunning fox!" His eyes narrowed in pleased acknowledgment. "Caught on, have you? How disappointing. Though my earlier statements remain true-Jaxton's wife and daughter are under Callie's control." Nyla's attempt to rise froze mid-motion.

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