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

Chapter 36: Trevor leapt up, panicking. "Stop! When did you record that? Hand over the phone!" He had underestimated Nyla, not expecting her to have evidence. "It's merely a recording. What proof does it offer? Do you really think this will ruin the Fowler Group?" Ernesto said, his grip tightening on his cane, his gaze piercing. Trevor felt a jolt of fear as his grandfather disregarded his pleas. His grip on the phone shook; the recording had sealed his fate. "You might not understand the power of the internet. The Fowler Group is already under scrutiny, isn't it?

Once this recording reaches the police, everything about Trevor will come to light, tarnishing your group's reputation further. And I will stand as the victim. Over the years, the Fowler Group has suppressed many. Do you think they will miss this chance to retaliate?" Nyla said confidently. "How dare you challenge us!" Ernesto slammed his cane down, the sound reverberating in the room. Nyla faced him without flinching, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Why shouldn't I, Mr. Fowler? Don't drive me to desperation, or I might act in ways you'll regret." "Stop pushing your luck, Nyla.

I'm well aware of your motives for being here. Do you honestly believe Ryland will let this slide if you cause a disturbance?" Florence's expression was cold, signaling her patience had evaporated. The very idea of a young woman challenging the Fowler family was utterly absurd. Florence had envisioned today as the perfect moment to deal a blow to Nyla's dignity and teach her that she had lost more than just money previously; she had wasted a lifeline. Who could have predicted that Nyla possessed incriminating evidence?

Reflecting on this, Florence's gaze involuntarily shifted to her ineffective son. Had he merely exercised patience, they could have avoided this debacle. After the wedding, he would have had the freedom to act as he wished. But his impetuous actions had only complicated matters. "I wouldn't be here if Ryland hadn't insisted. Without my leniency, the media would be swarming the Fowler family by now!" As Nyla spoke, a somber shadow crossed her features, her eyes scanning those gathered. "Mr. Fowler, with your vast experience, surely you realize the implications of this becoming public.

Would you truly be unaffected?" g Ɐ lnσ ν ℓs․com, your storytelling home "Is this a threat?" Florence responded, visibly annoyed. Nyla's slight smile betrayed her amusement at Florence's foolishness. "Consider this a reminder. Ryland sent me, hoping to still collaborate with your family. But what if I do escalate the matter? Even if I'm not a Brooks family member by blood, I am still Ryland's stepdaughter. Wouldn't the Brooks go to great lengths to protect their name, even if it means turning Ryland against you?" Silence enveloped the room, leaving its occupants stunned.

For the first time, Ernesto felt outmaneuvered by Nyla. Recently, the word around town described her as a remarkable beauty who brought chaos wherever she went. Admiration flickered through his weary eyes as he observed her. Ryland had clearly underestimated her. "State your conditions." "Ernesto!" . . .