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

Chapter 373: The events of recent days were beyond her comprehension-how had things between Nyla and Ethan spiraled so far out of control? As Nyla quietly spooned the oatmeal, her thoughts wandered to the studio. It had been some time since she'd handed the reins to Alisha, and she hadn't kept tabs on its progress. She briefly considered making a phone call but decided it was better to see things firsthand. The studio buzzed with life when Marc returned after finishing a task outside. The unusual sight of several men in black suits stationed outside stopped him in his tracks.

"Whoa, did our studio turn into the set of a gangster movie? When did our studio start drawing the attention of these guys?" Marc jabbed a finger toward the group, his tone filled with disbelief as he looked at Alex. He added, "Seriously, Alex, who are they? Has a gang leader taken an interest in one of us?" Alex regarded him with a look that screamed, "You're impossible." "Don't be ridiculous," Alex replied, his patience fraying. But Marc wasn't done yet. His eyes widened with exaggerated shock as a new idea hit him. "Wait-no way. Is it you?

Have you caught the attention of some gang leader?" Alex's response was swift and direct-a file folder slapped down on Marc's head with a resounding thwack. "Hey! What was that for?" Marc yelped, clutching his head as he hopped in pain. "I was just asking!" Rolling his eyes, Alex shot back, "If you'd bothered to use your eyes, you'd have noticed Nyla's car. Look at the office, the fruits, the desserts-who else would go out of their way like that for us?" Marc's gaze shifted to the table laden with treats. The truth dawned on him like a sunrise. ɢ.cm hosts the latest "Okay, fine.

But you didn't have to hit me! That really hurt. So, Nyla's back? And she brought a whole entourage in black?" Alex shook his head. "I don't know what's going on." Marc's voice dropped as a glimmer of hope flickered in his tone. "Do you think, now that Nyla's back, we might actually be saved?" "The Crestwave Group mentioned problems with our designs?" Nyla was seated, her brow furrowed as she pondered the dull outcome of recent collaborations. It wasn't a question of ability; it seemed clear that their efforts were being sabotaged.

She had reviewed the latest designs, which were impressive, yet suddenly, invites to fashion shows were being withdrawn. With a sigh of resignation, Nyla massaged her temples, realizing that this dilemma stemmed from her own situation. The Higgins family and the Brooks family were actively working against them, causing these difficulties. "You've sensed something amiss as well, right? Is that why you've held back from seeking new partnerships?" she asked, gazing intently at Alisha. Alisha paused briefly before nodding. "Since you stepped away, someone has been tarnishing our reputation.

Is that why you haven't resumed designing?" Alisha finally expressed her concern. . . .