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

Chapter 335: "How did it go?" "It's all handled," a cold, distorted voice, as though filtered through a voice changer, responded swiftly from the receiver. Callie's eyes softened with satisfaction. "Nyla should have seen it by now. I'm curious to see her next move." "The post is completely erased. No one will trace it. She'll just appear unhinged to everyone," the voice assured her. Callie leaned back in her car seat, a pleased smirk playing on her lips. "Good. Make sure it stays that way." With that, the call ended.

Her car arrived at the Higgins residence, the house quiet and dark under the midnight sky. Callie glanced at the driver. "Just tell them you dropped me off, understand?" The driver nodded quickly, his voice soft. "Yes, Miss Higgins." As she drove away, the house remained still-until a light flickered on in a room, casting a shadowy figure on the window. Callie's car continued its journey toward the city center, stopping outside a café. The quaint, vintage exterior of the place seemed timeless, and despite the late hour, it was lively with activity.

Approaching the counter, Callie caught the server's eye as he smiled at her. "Good evening, what can I get for you?" "Five-thirty in the morning," Callie replied. The server stepped aside, grabbing a keychain-like object and handing it to Callie. "Here's your number tag. Please wait." With a casual gesture, the server pointed upstairs, saying no more. Find your next story at gⱯlnσνs．o Callie climbed the wooden stairs effortlessly, each step deliberate and confident.

As she neared the top, a door suddenly swung open, and without a second thought, she stepped inside, the door snapping shut behind her almost instantly. As she walked deeper, the noise escalated. Callie slipped a black mask over her face. Emerging from the dim corridor, she was greeted with a scene of men and women tangled together, partners swapping in a haze of champagne and music. Bottles were popped open one after another, the air thick with a heady, exotic fragrance, and the lights flickered in sync with the pulse of the crowd.

Though each area was discreetly separated, there were no barriers to those who wanted to make merry together. As long as there was agreement, the staff would guide them to larger spaces. Three men and a woman brushed past Callie. The woman, with a milky substance dripping down her thigh, wore daring clothing and appeared unfazed, even flirting with those around her. The manager approached quickly, his tone respectful. "Miss." . . .