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

Chapter 379: "Then I'll leave it in your capable hands, Miss Higgins. Please ensure you make an apology video today-I don't want this to spiral out of control any further." Callie hadn't seen this coming. She had always been the one calling the shots when it came to Nyla, but today, the tables had turned in a way she couldn't have predicted. She now found herself caught in a web of manipulation, outsmarted and outmaneuvered. A wave of frustration and bitter resentment bubbled up within her.

"I understand," Callie said, her voice steady, though a storm of discomfort churned beneath the surface. Once Nyla had finalized the compensation terms with Lisbeth, she and Candy exited the reception room, leaving Callie with her thoughts. Moments later, Lisbeth walked into Callie's office, her expression tight and unreadable, eyes narrowed with displeasure. "Don't give me that look. This whole mess is on your shoulders. I'll be reporting everything to Ethan, and by the way, I'll make sure to mention your termination in passing." Callie froze, her body going rigid with shock.

"Terminate me?" she asked, the words barely escaping her lips in disbelief. "Yes. But before that, you'd better find a way to limit the damage to the company," Lisbeth replied, her voice dripping with disdain. Callie stared at her, eyes wide. She knew the fault lay at her feet, but being fired seemed like an overreaction. While she didn't desperately need the job, Crestwave Group had been her only thread to staying close to Ethan. And with it, the opportunity to destroy Nyla. But now? This situation made it painfully clear that she was not in the running to be Mrs. Brooks.

All the groundwork she had painstakingly laid was disintegrating before her eyes. The magic happens on gⱯlnσνℓs․ç "You know, those international awards you've been flaunting? All fake, aren't they?" Lisbeth continued with a smirk. "You have no real design talent. You're just good at managing. You don't belong here." Callie's pulse quickened, but she didn't allow her face to betray her shock. "What are you implying? Are you accusing me of lying?" she retorted, her voice sharp. Lisbeth let out a short laugh, dismissing her.

"Last month, when I was abroad, I spoke to my mentor about those awards of yours. He'd never heard of them. Need me to go on?" Callie fell into stunned silence, the weight of Lisbeth's words sinking in. Lisbeth had no intention of dragging this on. Though she disliked Callie's pretentiousness, she wasn't about to stir up unnecessary trouble, especially considering Callie had been brought in by Ethan. But she wouldn't hesitate to inform him of the situation. After Lisbeth left, Callie was left alone in her office, her mood as dark as a storm cloud.

Her fingers gripped the pen tightly, and with a sharp snap, it broke in two. The jagged edge dug into her palm, and blood quickly began to spill, but she didn't flinch. . . .