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

Chapter 37: "Grandpa!" Florence and Trevor exclaimed simultaneously, bewildered. It seemed absurd that they were negotiating terms with Nyla, who was supposed to apologize to them. "Quiet! We wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't stirred up trouble," Ernesto retorted at Trevor, who shrank under his glare, knowing he was at fault. "I demand that Trevor be sent overseas. As long as I remain in Ulares, he must not return." Seizing the opportunity, Nyla then turned to Florence, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Two million, and we consider the matter resolved." Florence voiced her displeasure, questioning, "Why is it necessary to send my son overseas if you're already getting all the money you want?" Nyla responded coldly, "I simply cannot bear the sight of him!" The previous incident had left her feeling uneasy, and ensuring Trevor's departure was crucial for her peace of mind. "Consider it done." To Nyla's surprise, Ernesto quickly accepted the conditions.

He then continued, "I will comply with your demands, but only if you surrender all the evidence to me." "Deal." After navigating the tense negotiations at the majestic Fowler family mansion, Nyla left without a scratch. She sank into her car seat, her back drenched in cold sweat, unknown to those around her. Having initiated a secret recording when she sensed trouble, Nyla later wrestled with a dilemma when the police questioned her about additional evidence. After a brief hesitation, she chose to withhold it. Looking at herself in the rearview mirror, a spontaneous laugh escaped her.

She had effectively outmaneuvered her adversaries in this complex game. Luckily, she had preserved a vital bargaining chip, knowing the Fowler and Brooks families would not easily let her off. gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm brings endless adventures Reminded of something important, she inhaled deeply to quell her anxiety, started her vehicle, and drove off from the Fowler family residence. Feeling unsettled, she pulled out her phone to make a precautionary call to her sister-in-law, Claudine Green. "Claudine, don't leave your house today.

I'm on my way to you." The situation had thrown the Fowler household into chaos, with Trevor showing signs of particular distress. "Why must we yield to her demands? Isn't the fate of her brother and sister-in-law in Ryland's hands? What was Grandfather thinking by allowing her demands?" They had the power to make Nyla plead for leniency, yet she was the one dictating conditions. Frustrated, Trevor raked his fingers through his hair, struggling to come to terms with the turn of events. He added, "Should she choose to go all out, what harm could she possibly inflict? Should we really fear her?

By using her sister-in-law as leverage, we could easily diminish her boldness." Florence, her face darkening with displeasure, said, "I can't fathom why your grandfather would consent to her conditions." . . .