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

Chapter 326: "Stay quiet if you want to make it out of here," he warned in a low voice. Bonnie studied the approaching group, quickly grasping the danger. She nodded, her movements cautious. "Mr. Wheeler, isn't it a bit underhanded to bring someone else along? What's the meaning of this?" The scarred man toyed with a butterfly knife, his swagger exaggerated as he approached, flanked by several others. Murray hadn't brought his bodyguards to confront them, but he wasn't particularly intimidated either. They were just a handful of thugs-hardly a match for him.

He glanced back at Bonnie, noting the fire in her eyes as she glared at the group. "Peter, it's just a woman. Hardly worth making a fuss over. But I must say, your warm welcome feels a bit much," Murray said, his tone light, though his words carried an edge of warning. Peter, the scarred man, hesitated, his bravado wavering as he looked past Murray at Bonnie. Forcing a thin smile, he replied, "We're just here to say hello. After all, Mr. Wheeler, we're all on the same side, aren't we?" At this, Bonnie's gaze sharpened.

Her teeth clenched audibly as she shot Murray a look of barely-contained fury. She had pieced everything together. Nyla had managed to send her a distress message through an app-one Bonnie hadn't checked in time. The regret of her oversight was now compounded by her anger at Murray, who had kept Nyla imprisoned in the first place. That smoldering fury finally erupted. "Cut the act! Where is Nyla? Tell me now, or you'll regret it!" Read new content at gⱯlnσvℓs․com Murray sighed, knowing Bonnie wouldn't stay quiet for long. Peter's smile vanished, replaced by a dark scowl.

"So that's what this is about? You're here for her? Are you breaching our agreement, Mr. Wheeler? If so, don't expect any courtesy." "Courtesy? From you?" Bonnie snapped, her patience long gone. "Who the hell asked for that?" "Mr. Brooks, shouldn't you check on Mrs. Brooks? She's barely holding on," Jackson said anxiously. Ethan sat rigid in his chair, his eyes fixed on the surveillance feed. The screen displayed Nyla, tied to a sea stack, her face pale and her body swaying with the waves. Jackson stood beside him, concern etched on his face.

He had been monitoring the situation for hours and could see Nyla's strength waning. They had found her location yesterday, and Ethan had been watching her ever since. He even had men stationed nearby, ready to act. . . .