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

Chapter 381: "It was a baseless claim. When Nyla turned up, it confirmed the designs were originally theirs." Laughter broke out among some listeners at this point. "There's no way, such a huge mistake? Callie never struck me as the type to do something like that." "Lean in," the employee whispered, looking around cautiously. "The word is Nyla is the legitimate Mrs. Brooks, and Callie acted out of jealousy." "Callie really disgraced herself, pretending to be Mr. Brooks' future wife at the company." "Exactly, so shameful. I always thought she lacked genuine design talent.

It was her team pulling all the work." Abruptly, everyone began criticizing Callie. As she left with her belongings, Callie caught snippets of these harsh words. Her expression soured, and she swiftly turned to leave. After loading her items into her car, she placed a phone call. "Take down today's video immediately!" Callie said, her voice tight with anger. She had never felt such humiliation, and she blamed Nyla entirely. "Miss Higgins, Miss Stella Brooks wishes to meet with you. Are you available?" the person on the line asked. Callie took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Where should I meet her?" "At your usual café." "Understood." She drove sharply, causing the following vehicle to brake abruptly. Callie paid no attention to what was behind her. In the café, Stella was sitting in a secluded corner, nervously clutching a coffee cup. Ł∆Ŧ€$† Ç₳þŧëяŞ ¡n Ġ∆lnøνεlŞ.cø₥ She seemed to ease slightly when Callie appeared. "Callie, please, I need your help. I'm desperate," Stella begged, her voice shaky. "What's going on? Talk to me, Stella," Callie asked, shifting back to her composed and thoughtful self.

Stella started to explain, but suddenly she covered her face, breaking into tears. "I don't understand what's happening to me, Callie. I have been having these overwhelming sexual urges, and it feels so wrong. The doctors can't find anything wrong." Callie nodded with empathy and reassured her softly. "It's completely normal; nothing to be embarrassed about. If you feel the need, embrace it and be happy." Stella continued to hide her face. "No, it's not normal. Something is seriously off, Callie.

What was that drug you intended to give Nyla?" Callie's heart dropped like a stone sinking in water. Still, she kept her face a picture of confusion. "It's just some laxatives. I spoke to the doctor, and they're harmless in small doses." Stella froze, her mind reeling for a moment. Her expression crumbled, and she looked on the verge of shattering, as though the weight of the world had just crashed down on her. "I've been poisoned," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "My parents were supposed to confront Nyla, but then they discovered what I'd done.

They realized I had been living recklessly, and just like that, they turned their backs on me. Why? I never used to be this person. What am I supposed to do now? My parents have disowned me, and my grandfather sees me as nothing but a disgrace. I can't go back to the Brooks family home. What do I do now? Callie, I'm at a dead end." . . .