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

Chapter 357: Johnny turned to face her. With her bare face and long hair cascading over her shoulders, Callie was the picture of innocence. But he knew it was just a facade and that beneath the surface was a calculating mind and a vicious heart. "You had a hand in it, didn't you? You've been up to something lately." Callie twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "You're making baseless accusations, dear brother." "You'd better have nothing to do with this." Johnny watered his potted plants for a brief moment before turning to head back inside.

"Don't get attached to Nyla," Callie called after him. "Remember, she is not on our side. She's trying to bring down our family-your family. Do you really want her to keep using you?" Johnny paused in his tracks, then looked back at her just as she smiled. "Nyla can only be our enemy, Johnny." Johnny showed no emotion on his face, but his demeanor turned chilly. "What I think of her is none of your concern." "Stella must have been manipulated in some way. Should we look into it?" Jackson asked.

Ethan was seated behind his desk, dealing with paperwork that needed his attention, while Jackson stood on the other side to report on the situation. "That won't be necessary. It's not that big of a deal. How are things going with the shipment for the overseas buyer?" "Everything is all set." "Good. Make the arrangements. We'll head over tonight." "Understood." м๏гє υρ∂คтєร คт gคlภ๏שєlร.ς๏๓ Ethan set his pen down as his mind wandered to the upcoming negotiations with the people abroad. For some reason, Nyla's face suddenly popped into his thoughts.

He would be gone for at least four days, and she would be alone at the villa. A soft pang of hesitation tugged at him. It wasn't that he was worried Nyla might run away. The villa's security was tighter than ever, and given the recent events, he was confident she wouldn't dare to attempt another escape. "Let Nyla go out if she wants to. Just make sure she has bodyguards with her wherever she goes." "I'll relay these instructions to the team," Jackson replied. At Maple Villa, Nyla was sitting cross-legged on the carpet as usual, sketching.

She had been lacking inspiration lately, and the drawings she created were all dark and unsettling. Sometimes, she found herself wondering if there was something wrong with her. Perhaps she was having some psychological issues that needed attention. But she didn't care either way. . . .