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

Chapter 360: Now, however... Nyla struggled to put a name to her feelings. Was it agony? Confusion? Or did everything simply seem surreal? After much hesitation, she finally decided to call Ethan. Unfortunately, he didn't pick up. The little courage Nyla had mustered quickly evaporated. With no expectations, there couldn't be disappointment. She realized she should have expected nothing. Even if Ethan did care, what change would it bring? Their child was gone, and the responsible party remained free because of him. He had failed their child. Nothing could revert to how it once was.

Meanwhile, Ethan, who had just gotten off a plane, noticed the missed call on his phone and paused, stunned for a moment. He was about to return the call when he realized it was 4 a.m. back home. "They're already waiting," Jackson said, snapping Ethan out of his thoughts. Ethan pocketed his phone and made his way to the meeting. The most infamous gang leader in Vluimginia sat across from him. "Mr. Brooks, your revolutionary formula has certainly impressed us, and we're eager to work with you," Louis Patel said, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he smoked a cigar.

Ethan reclined in his chair, his expression unreadable. "As I have said, I'm looking for more than just financial gain." "Provided your product delivers as promised; even at the cost of lives, I can meet your demands," Louis replied. Ga lno vel s . com takes you into new worlds Ethan's expression darkened as Louis' audacious words hung in the air, his smile barely perceptible. "Really? Well then, working together should prove most intriguing." Louis valued directness. He caught the eye of his subordinate, who nodded in understanding.

Exiting briefly, the man returned, ushering in a procession of scantily dressed women. The room was already set with drinks, and one astute woman started serving wine to the group. Embracing his unrestrained personality, Louis didn't hesitate to draw one of the women close. Her skirt was more a hint than a garment, her lace underwear blatantly visible. With a slap on her butt, Louis enhanced the room's unique vibe. "Mr. Brooks, consider this a token of my hospitality. Feel free to indulge," Louis said, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

The other women then began to overtly flaunt themselves, transforming the setting into a clear exhibition of a flesh market. . . .