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

Chapter 27: Frequent stories circulated about Skycloud snatching properties under Crestwave's nose, or Crestwave clinching deals just out of Skycloud's reach. Whispers persisted that Murray's resentment toward Ethan originated from a poll that measured public attractiveness. Ethan, though seldom seen in public, consistently outperformed Murray in these rankings. Murray's attempts to influence outcomes through bribery proved futile, as he still remained a step behind Ethan. This competitive spirit only grew as Crestwave Group consistently outperformed Skycloud.

Reclining in her office chair, Nyla enjoyed her coffee, the warmth reviving her. It was certainly intriguing that Murray was now extending an opportunity for cooperation. By the appointed hour, Nyla was at Delight Restaurant. Murray was already there, fiddling with the coffee maker. Nyla took off her scarf and settled into the seat opposite him just as the waiter shut the door behind her. "Good morning, Mr. Wheeler," Nyla said courteously. "Miss Green," he responded. As Murray observed Nyla, a spark of appreciation briefly illuminated his gaze.

Although he had encountered her before, it was never this up close. Now, with Nyla's composed elegance before him, he could see what had captivated Ethan's attention. Truly, she embodied the essence of remarkable beauty. "I wasn't sure of your preferences, so I arranged for an assortment of dishes. The cuisine here is excellent; I recommend you give it a try, Miss Green," Murray suggested, his demeanor dripping with polite charm. Nyla's eyebrow arched subtly, perceiving the calculated politeness that veiled Murray's underlying ruthlessness.

Nonetheless, I find your 'Flower Moon' series quite compelling. Please, set your terms for this collaboration." Nyla hesitated, her fingers lightly brushing her arm. Her "Flower Moon" series had been turned down by several firms due to her relative obscurity. Murray's interest was unexpected. "For this project, Mr. Wheeler, would this figure be acceptable?" Nyla proposed a number, her tone measured. "Agreed," Murray responded swiftly, without a moment's pause. Nyla was taken aback.

The figure she had suggested was higher than what most would consider reasonable, yet Murray had accepted without any objections. As they spoke, the waiter was busy laying out an array of dishes, filling the table to the brim. . . .