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

Chapter 318: The tech department's wall was a sprawling array of surveillance screens, monitored by a dozen diligent staff members. One employee, rubbing tired eyes, focused on a video feed showing a car leaving a mall. The sight jolted him. Was this the car they had been investigating? He froze the footage, rubbed his eyes again for clarity, and leaned closer, his eyes widening in realization. Once he confirmed the car matched their target, the employee's voice broke through the tense atmosphere.

"I think we've found her!" The tech department erupted into a flurry of activity, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. The department head dashed over, his voice sharp with urgency. "What do you mean? If you've found her, be certain!" He leaned in to scrutinize the screen, his eyes darting between the footage and the details they had been chasing for days. Once satisfied, he exhaled heavily. "This is it. Well done. You've got a keen eye. Maybe today we'll finally catch a break," the person in charge said, patting him on the shoulder. The video was promptly forwarded to Ethan.

Jackson, tasked with analyzing it, studied the footage carefully before confirming, "This car isn't Murray's, but it's tied to him. Mrs. Brooks is likely with him." A scar, a visible reminder of Jackson's self-imposed penance, now marked his face. The incident involving Nyla had weighed heavily on him, leaving him reflective and regretful. Although Ethan had not reprimanded him, Jackson had taken it upon himself. He had gone to the basement and inflicted punishment for his failure-a deep shame for someone of his professional standing.

Ethan stared at the video with an icy expression, silent and intense, as though he could pierce through it with sheer focus. Read more at gαlnσνℯs․com A knock broke the silence. Ethan's brow furrowed in irritation. Who would dare interrupt now? Jackson felt a sudden chill of foreboding for whoever stood on the other side of the door. Callie entered, balancing a stack of documents. Her steps faltered briefly under Ethan's frosty glare. For a moment, it felt as though he could see straight through her. Steadying herself, Callie spoke calmly, "Is this a bad time? I have matters to discuss.

If it's inconvenient, I can return later." Ethan closed the video and shifted his gaze. "Bring it here," he said coolly. Turning to Jackson, he added, "Send someone to monitor the situation closely." Jackson nodded, already moving to carry out the order. Callie and Jackson brushed past each other. Callie cast a fleeting glance at Jackson before refocusing her attention on Ethan. She placed the documents on the desk between them. . . .