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

Chapter 322: "Seems you've been quite useful to Murray," Nyla replied coldly, her voice steady. "Your life is worth tens of millions. Even in death, you'd still hold value," he taunted. Nyla couldn't help but smile faintly, taken aback by the value they had placed on her. The scarred man, still bitter from their last encounter, was furious at the thought of Nyla escaping their grasp. His anger flared. "How about we have some fun before you're gone? Last time, you had the nerve to escape with that stupid woman. This time, there's no one to save you.

Let's see how you get out of this!" A rush of fear washed over Nyla as she tried to back away, but a hand gripped her shoulder, freezing her in place. Fear was inevitable. For a moment, she regretted relying on Murray's help. After a momentary struggle, she composed herself. "You had Murray bring me here, which means I must still be of value. If you hurt me, aren't you worried I'll just take my own life?" A flicker of uncertainty passed through the scarred man's eyes; Nyla had struck a nerve. Still, he refused to back down. "What? Do you really think you're that tough?

Let me make it clear, I can't stand being threatened," the scarred man sneered, yanking Nyla's hair and pulling it tight. Nyla winced, holding back any sound of pain. Check what's new on gⱯlnσvℯs․cøm "You troublesome woman, you got me punished last time. This time, I'll make you see what I'm really capable of." Seeing her reaction, his anger turned into twisted interest. A subordinate quickly stepped in. "We promised Murray we wouldn't touch her. If we cross him, he'll make us regret it." Reluctantly, the scarred man let go of her hair, recognizing that Murray was not someone to challenge.

He watched as Nyla collapsed to the floor in agony, then turned away, clearly frustrated. "Alright, lock her up in the basement. Send a message to Ethan. We need to finish this once and for all." With the orders given, the subordinates dragged Nyla to the basement and sent a message to Ethan. Their aim was simple: to force Ethan into handing over a batch of special drugs. As Ethan lay in bed, scrolling through his phone, the message came through. The phone rang almost immediately, and he answered without a second thought. . . .