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

Chapter 279: The line went dead. Claire exhaled quietly, her spirits slightly lifted. At the other end, Ethan's brow furrowed in confusion as he pondered the silent phone before putting it down. He had heard from Jackson that Nyla was with Claire, easing his concern somewhat. He chalked up Claire's behavior to her typical fluctuations in mood. Nyla returned late from Claire's, her whereabouts having caused no alarm since nobody realized Callie had approached her. "We need to talk," Callie's tone was sharp as she stood confronting Nyla, then led the way into a nearby café.

Composed by Callie's presence, Nyla understood that Callie could track her down whenever necessary and followed her inside. As Callie ordered a latte, she handed the menu to Nyla. "Choose something to drink." Nyla declined with a shake of her head. "I don't need anything." Callie didn't ask further. Her recent preoccupations with work had left her weary.

Cutting to the chase, Callie addressed the pressing issue, saying, "You're behind the trouble at Grandeagle Group, aren't you?" Nyla was well aware of the mastermind behind the current troubles, yet she chose to keep that information from Callie, denying her own involvement. "No," she firmly stated. "Really? You must feel quite proud of yourself now, don't you? Thinking that with Ethan by your side, you're untouchable?" Callie asked, her voice losing its earlier haughtiness but still dripping with scorn. Nyla met her gaze with a cold, impassive look.

"That's your assumption, not mine," she replied. Lₐtєst chαptєrs in glovєℓ.oм Callie's frustration mounted at Nyla's response. How dare someone from such a modest background defy her in such a manner? It seemed as if Nyla, emboldened by Ethan's support, was indifferent to the world. This defiance was maddening to Callie. Callie's smirk was cold. "Nyla, don't be overconfident. Remember, I still control your brother's fate." Nyla's heart skipped a beat, a flicker of panic visible in her eyes. She had momentarily forgotten her brother's horrific situation.

Her mind raced, recalling that her brother was imprisoned in a facility connected to the Higgins family. She remembered Hayes' recent warnings against visiting. "What have you done to him?" Nyla demanded, her voice forced to remain calm. Callie's laughter broke the tense silence as she gloated over Nyla's distress. "Thinking your little investigations could destroy my family? I've been watching your every move." Despair gripped Nyla, and she gripped her wrist tightly, trying to steady her nerves and mask her fear.

Callie's demeanor was deceivingly angelic, yet her intentions were anything but holy. Nyla knew she must maintain her composure to avoid playing into Callie's hands. . . .