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

Chapter 252: Meanwhile, Nyla had effectively arranged the studio's work for the next few months, allowing herself a well-deserved break. During this time, Murray had been in touch with her regarding Hudson's situation. Initially, Nyla had planned to handle the matter independently, but Murray cautioned against any immediate action due to a mysterious observer shadowing Hudson. Acting hastily might provoke unexpected repercussions. This revelation took Nyla by surprise. She had confided her plans only to Murray and Bonnie, yet it seemed someone was already on Hudson's trail.

Puzzled by her apparent transparency to others, Nyla felt exposed and vulnerable. Yet, she saw no reason to mistrust Murray. Bonnie, too, was beyond reproach. They were the sole insiders in her scheme, so where did the leak come from? In a state of growing anxiety, Nyla repeatedly dialed Murray's number, but to no avail. Her worry intensified. It dawned on her that the surveillance wasn't on her; someone was targeting Murray. Call after call went unanswered, pushing Nyla to send frantic messages, which were met with silence. Murray seemed to have vanished.

Unbeknownst to Nyla, Murray was in a car, his eyes momentarily shut, oblivious to the fact that the vehicle had a jammer installed. The driver monitored Murray from the rearview mirror, subtly altering the route. He believed Murray was unaware of his actions. As they ventured into an increasingly secluded area, the car's path grew lonelier, and Murray cracked his eyes open to peer outside. He let out a slight grin, murmuring, "No need to keep up this charade. It's becoming tiresome." Caught off guard, the driver accelerated sharply, casting a disbelieving glance at Murray.

Find more chapters now gⱯlnσvls․cøm This abrupt speed change nearly sent Murray lurching forward into the dashboard. He said, "If you can't handle the wheel, perhaps you should assign that task." Struck dumb, the driver could only gape. Despite the tense atmosphere, Murray maintained his humor, his expression unruffled as though all was well. The driver's hands clenched the steering wheel tighter, his voice trembling. "When did you first become suspicious?" He had been flawless in his execution-how had he been exposed?

With a casual shift in his seat, Murray responded without opening his eyes, "Right from when you fetched me from the villa." A whole month ago? That seemed impossible. Disbelief widened the driver's eyes as he replied, "But I made no errors." Murray's soft laugh filled the car. "Perfection itself was your undoing." Attempting to halt the car, the driver knew discovery might seal his doom. Yet, he was not prepared to meet his end. . . .