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

Chapter 253: "Don't even think about escaping," Murray commanded with a calm yet threatening undertone. "Drive me to where I need to go. I've taken care of the car's surveillance, so resistance is futile." Sweat-soaked and fearful, the driver didn't dare to act rashly, his anxious eyes meeting Murray's in the rearview mirror. For a brief moment, their gazes locked. It felt like peering into the abyss of a malevolent spirit, compelling the driver to quickly look away, his body shivering with fear. Indeed, Murray was that formidable spirit.

Finally, the vehicle arrived at its intended stop-a small wooden cabin by the shore. Stepping out with deliberate slowness, Murray approached the house, where a figure awaited him. He entered with a measured stride. Inside, Johnny was tending to the plants. As they met, his gesture was friendly. "Mr. Wheeler, welcome. Please, feel at home." Johnny was busy arranging tulips, the season's top-selling flower, in his bustling shop. With limited downtime, he managed to process only a few orders. As he finished, he noticed Murray, who was enjoying his coffee contentedly.

With a smile, Johnny apologized. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long." "It's okay. You've had someone monitor me for over a month-that's quite a long wait," Murray said, taking another satisfying sip before pouring more coffee. "My apologies," Johnny said, sitting down and taking a sip of the surprisingly good coffee. "This is excellent. You're good at brewing coffee, Mr. Wheeler. Might I have it again?" Lᴀtst chαptєrs in ɢlnovels. "That depends on how much I like what you have to say today," Murray replied, leaning back and crossing his arms, his confidence filling the room.

Johnny, on the other hand, remained completely unfazed. He calmly sipped his coffee, his demeanor far from the timid son Brevard often spoke of. "I would advise against digging into certain matters; it could bring trouble," Johnny suggested mildly. Murray's eyes narrowed. He had already sensed the shifts around him and had previously been misled about Jaxton's incident, thinking it was orchestrated by Callie. However, he later uncovered that Callie had been a diversion; Johnny was the true mastermind.

Had it not been for a slip of the tongue from the driver one day, he might never have discovered it. He was truly shocked when he traced it all the way back to Johnny. The Higgins family had kept their son well hidden, almost overlooked. Yet here was Johnny, the quiet puppeteer. . . .