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

Chapter 317: Murray's smile deepened. Then, he leaned back, stretching out as though he had no care in the world. Nyla couldn't quite read him. "Ethan's already looking into things," he said finally. "I'd bet every exit you could use is under guard. Don't even think about it for now." He picked up an apple from the fruit platter on the coffee table, casually turning it over in his hand. Nyla hesitated before asking, "Before I leave, I want to visit the outskirts. Will you take me there?" Murray raised an eyebrow.

"If I hand you back to Ethan now, I might still save my own neck," he said lightly. Her expression didn't waver. "I understand," she replied simply. Her quick acceptance took him by surprise, and he laughed. "Alright," he said. "Let's talk about it in three days. Just make sure Ethan doesn't find you in the meantime." He set the apple down and stood, ready to leave, but then paused. Turning back to her, he asked, "Nyla, if one day I ask you to do something for me-something that might hurt you-would you?" She met his gaze steadily, her calm demeanor carrying an unusual grace.

After a moment, she smiled. "I would. To return the favor." Murray didn't say anything more. He simply turned and left. Even as his figure disappeared, Nyla stayed seated, her thoughts quiet but sharp. She had already guessed his intentions, but she was still willing to consider him a friend. Ulares had become a hub of heightened security, particularly around train stations and airports, where black-uniformed personnel were stationed in conspicuous numbers, drawing curious glances from passersby.

Speculation swirled that a high-profile criminal might have escaped, prompting such an extensive operation. While the existence of a fugitive remained uncertain, the pressure was palpable at Crestwave Group. Employees felt as though they were the ones under scrutiny. Ethan's relentless demands weighed heavily on the team, driving some to the edge of quitting. Lᴀtєst chαptєrs in glnovels. "I can't take it anymore-this job is pushing me to my limits," complained someone from the tech department. During this time, the team combed through nearly every piece of surveillance footage across Ulares.

Ethan left no room for error. "Hold on just a little longer. We might be close to finding her," a seasoned tech employee sighed, trying to maintain morale. The unprecedented move of dedicating the entire tech department to tracking a single person made open discussions risky. Those who had dared to ask questions had faced severe consequences, including termination. "Who could this person possibly be..." one team member began to grumble, only to stop mid-sentence, remembering the dismissed employees. "Forget it. Let's just keep searching." . . .