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

Chapter 309: The door clicked shut. Ethan remained in his chair, staring at the documents in his hands, lost in thought. So what? If Nyla wanted to leave, did that mean he was supposed to just let her go? What kind of reasoning was that? At Maple Villa, Nyla lay on the bed, her only companion a phone, quietly scrolling through videos. The phone couldn't contact anyone; it was solely for games and videos. Ethan had predicted every move she would make. Even if she tried to work on a computer, there was nothing on it, no way to contact anyone.

Hana kept a constant watch, and Nyla had noticed the bodyguards stationed around the villa. Hana was right-there was no escape. "How am I supposed to get out of here?" Nyla muttered under her breath, staring at the ceiling. Then, suddenly, she sat up, a thought sparking in her mind. Nyla had devised numerous creative ways to contact Bonnie in the past, circumventing traditional communication channels even without being connected on social media. After careful research, she discovered an encrypted messaging app that would leave minimal digital footprints.

Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen as she composed her message to Bonnie. Fortune smiled upon her timing-Bonnie was at school, her attention divided between half-hearted studies and her ever-present phone. Her response arrived almost instantly. "Ethan's actually imprisoned you? I'm coming right now!" Bonnie's message radiated indignation. Nyla's fingers flew across the screen. "Don't-we can't risk Ethan discovering anything. I need to leave without raising suspicion." "I'll help however I can. Just tell me what you need." Your next story is here gⱯlnσνels․com "Seek out Murray.

He'll have a plan." "Consider it done." The moment their exchange concluded, Nyla methodically erased all traces of their conversation. She sank back into the couch, mindlessly scrolling through her phone to maintain appearances. Ethan's unexpected absence today offered a small mercy; her exhaustion had reached bone-deep levels. Meanwhile, Bonnie had already set her course for Murray's office, having secured his availability beforehand to ensure a smooth arrival. She burst through his door with characteristic intensity, planting her palms firmly on his desk.

"How do we eliminate Ethan from the equation?" Murray reclined in his chair, arms crossed, lifting an eyebrow as he pushed back slightly. "Right now? Unlikely," he responded with calculated composure. Recognizing her emotional outburst, Bonnie drew a steadying breath before elaborating. "Ethan's holding Nyla captive. She says you'll have a way to help her, which is why she directed me to you." Murray's carefully maintained facade cracked at this revelation, his brow furrowing. . . .