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

Chapter 35: Upon her arrival, the butler swiftly led her to the living room. Trevor was sprawled on the couch, engrossed in his phone, a noticeable bandage wrapped around his forehead. Spotting Nyla, he hurled his phone aside. "You despicable woman, how dare you show your face? You'll regret this!" "Trevor! Is that any way to speak?" A commanding voice filled the room. Nyla turned to find Ernesto Fowler, the patriarch of the Fowler family, entering. She arched an eyebrow, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. Trevor held back his anger at the sight of his grandfather.

"Grandpa, she's the one who hurt me. I need to get back at her to cool off." "You fool! Think about what really happened!" Ernesto scolded sharply, his cane supporting his stance. Trevor, cowed, withdrew to the corner. Florence, who had been observing, shot Trevor a glance that made him seethe at Nyla, though he remained seated. "Miss Green, please take a seat," Ernesto said, positioning himself centrally on the sofa while Nyla stayed on her feet. "There's no need. Just speak your piece. I don't wish to stay long, and I certainly won't be apologizing, Mr.

Fowler." Nyla was resolute about not apologizing. Had it not been for the potential backlash from Ryland, she wouldn't have bothered visiting. Florence's confident demeanor faltered as she noticed Ernesto's expression darken. "Young lady, Ryland must have instructed you on your conduct here?" Ernesto said. "He told me to apologize and drop the lawsuit to make amends with the Fowler family." Nyla's smirk was faint. "I might agree to dismiss the lawsuit and let things settle, but apologizing?

That's not happening." Your adventure awaits at gαℓησνs․c〇m "Do you realize the repercussions of your decisions?" Ernesto queried, his expression grave. Nyla was well aware. But would an apology truly resolve everything? Would Trevor cease his harassment? Unlikely-he would simply find more ways to degrade her. Thus, maintaining her own authority was crucial. "The impact on me is not your concern. Rather, consider the potential losses to the Fowler Group from this scandal. And..." Nyla paused for effect, eyeing Trevor's agitated form on the couch.

"The likelihood of Trevor facing jail time." "Your confidence is notable, but youth can be naive," Ernesto scoffed. Nyla retrieved her phone, tapped it a few times, and then held it up. Soon, Trevor's incriminating words filled the room with their crude sound. "Trying to run? Don't bother. I booked this room specifically so no one could hear us. But if you behave and satisfy me, I might even pay you. How's that for a deal? Enough with the empty threats! You're just a cheap whore. How much do you get paid for your services, hmm? I'll double it!" . . .