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

Chapter 375: Nyla's brow furrowed, surprised by this news. "Is that so? Then let's go set things straight." Nyla led Candy into Crestwave Group, her steps steady and her demeanor unyielding. The partnership with Crestwave Group was no small matter. Even if they walked away from the deal, Nyla couldn't overlook the three-year contract she had signed. For Crestwave Group to withdraw now would be a blatant breach of contract, a crack in the foundation of their agreement. Yet, the crux of the issue wasn't merely the collaboration-it was the principle.

Nyla's studio might not be a Goliath in the industry, but they couldn't allow themselves to be treated like a doormat. "If this turns into a brawl, I suggest leaving it to the bodyguards," Candy remarked, her tone as calm as a still lake. "Good idea," Nyla replied with a nod, her lips tightening into a grim line. "Nyla and her team have arrived?" Callie inquired nonchalantly, straightening her posture as she set down the stack of documents she'd been reviewing. The receptionist, hovering nearby, nodded. "Yes, Ms. Higgins. Should I inform Ms.

Jensen to meet them?" The receptionist knew Lisbeth and Nyla shared a good rapport. Callie shook her head, a faint smile curving her lips. "No need for that. I'll handle this. I'm the designated point of contact." "Understood," the receptionist replied, offering no further comment. As Callie sipped her coffee, a glimmer of satisfaction danced in her eyes. She had thought Nyla was really locked up by Ethan. Apparently, Ethan's interest in Nyla wasn't as steadfast as she had assumed. When Callie stepped into the reception room, she immediately spotted Nyla and donned a mask of concern.

"Nyla, are you doing better now? I hope your health has improved. About your... loss-surely you don't still hold me responsible for that, do you?" Fresh chapters are live at gαℓησvℓs․com Her words were like a dagger, aimed at the most sensitive corner of Nyla's heart. For a moment, Nyla's fist curled instinctively, but she unclenched it just as swiftly, refusing to give Callie the satisfaction. Candy, sitting nearby, shot Callie a cold glare, her eyes flashing with unspoken warnings. "We're here for business," Nyla said, her tone as icy as winter frost. "Of course, forgive me.

I got carried away. Just wanted to check in on you," Callie replied, feigning a tone of regret. "Where is Lisbeth? I'd like to speak with her," Nyla asked, steering the conversation back to the matter at hand. She could see through Callie's thinly veiled provocations and preferred to communicate with Lisbeth. Callie sank into a chair leisurely, crossing her arms in a display of defiance. "She is unavailable. Since I'm the designated contact, you'll be discussing matters with me," she said with a saccharine smile. Nyla's gaze hardened, but her voice remained steady.

"When I signed the contract, Lisbeth was the one in charge. What exactly is your role in this?" Callie didn't flinch. "This matter has been assigned to me. If you have questions, you can bring them up with me." . . .