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

Chapter 316: "I'm well aware of that," Murray replied coldly, a sharp glint in his eyes. After hanging up, he threw the phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces, showing no concern for the damage. He pressed the internal phone, and the secretary answered immediately. "Make arrangements to go to the Neon Villa." At the Neon Villa, Nyla sat on the sofa, quickly realizing that everyone around her was aligned with Murray. She was sure Ethan had already discovered her absence, and leaving Ulares was no longer an option.

She sprawled lazily on the sofa, using the phone and laptop Murray had set up for her, following the latest developments. She'd already handed over the work of the studio to Alisha, and it was operating smoothly, unlikely to face financial ruin. As for the investigation she'd been working on, she was still trying to figure out how to retrieve the evidence. Logging into her account would alert Ethan, so that was out of the question. After some consideration, she decided to reach out to Bonnie, hoping she could help sort things out. "Can I go out?" Nyla asked a bodyguard standing at the door.

She hated feeling trapped, like she'd escaped one cage only to land in another. A lingering unease gnawed at her. "You can," the bodyguard replied politely. "But don't wander too far. You know Mr. Wheeler went through a lot to get you out." Her fingers tightened briefly around the doorknob before she sighed and let go. Turning away, she walked back into the living room. It was true. She had asked Murray for help. Later that evening, Murray slipped away from a gathering and made his way to Neon Villa.

Nyla, feeling restless, had been sketching in the living room, hoping to capture a spark of inspiration. When he arrived, she was startled. Keep reading at gαlηovels․c〇m "I thought I'd be stuck here alone forever," she said, patting her chest to calm herself. Closing her sketchbook, she looked up at him. Something about his expression felt off. "Did Ethan come looking for you?" she guessed. Murray paused before sinking lazily onto the sofa, his earlier sharpness softening into an air of indifference. "He did. Now tell me, how are you planning to compensate me?

I just went toe-to-toe with a predator," he said with a faint smirk. Nyla smiled, catching the metaphor. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. You're already in this mess because of me." Murray leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Nyla, you trust me a bit too much. Aren't you afraid I'll betray you?" Her response was honest. "A little worried. But I don't have anyone else to turn to." She'd thought it over before. But apart from Murray, there was no one she could count on. The enemy of her enemy was her friend.

Murray and Ethan were sworn enemies, so Nyla figured he had no reason to betray her. It was a gamble, but one she was willing to take. . . .