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

Chapter 321: With a bitter chuckle, Nyla murmured, "Seems like luck isn't really in my cards, is it?" A tangle of emotions flitted through Murray's gaze, his hand balled into a fist inside his suit jacket pocket. He had no alternatives left. This was his sole opportunity. To him, Nyla posed an unparalleled threat; no one had ever meant as much to Ethan. "You're unfortunate to have fallen for Ethan." He struggled to regain his composure. "Regrettably, I find myself wishing I hadn't," Nyla murmured. Turning his back to her, Murray walked decisively between two lines of bodyguards.

"Escort her out." Nyla was guided to a car. As she settled into the seat, she pondered that perhaps this conclusion was acceptable. Thoughts of Bonnie's potential tears, Vicki's probable criticism, and Ethan's likely indifference swirled in her mind. It felt as if she were alone in the world. A soft chuckle escaped her; her life seemed so tragically futile, as if nearing its close. Upon arriving at their destination, Nyla stepped out of the car while Murray stood by, his face obscured, leaning against the door. "Any last questions?" Murray's voice cut through as Nyla was led away.

"Murray, I've always known you had motives. Thanks for your help, but from here on out, we're no longer friends," Nyla replied resolutely. Explore captivating tales at gαℓησνs․o Murray's grip tightened-no longer friends? He looked up with a sardonic smile. "Indeed, being my friend isn't wise." As Nyla was escorted further, Murray gazed skyward where the clouds were merging, feeling the wind brush against his face. "A storm's approaching." Nyla arrived at a seaside cabin, far larger and brighter than Johnny's. A quick glance revealed several figures by the window.

Once inside, the entire plot became clear to her. LⱯtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn glovєlѕ. Inside the cabin, Nyla recognized several familiar faces-people who had been involved in the kidnapping of Callie and her. She had always assumed the incident was a plot by Ethan's enemies, but now it was clear: Murray had been the mastermind all along. Everything suddenly made sense; Murray had been hiding his true intentions from the start. Nyla was shocked, but more than that, she felt a sting of self-mockery for not seeing it sooner. "Well, look who we have here again.

You didn't think you'd fall into our hands a second time, did you?" the man with a scar on his face said with a laugh. . . .