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

Chapter 386: "Mr. Brooks," Veda greeted him, her voice carrying a note of timidity. Ethan, having indulged in a fair amount of alcohol, was not in the mood for conversation. He merely nodded in response, remaining silent. Recognizing Ethan's mood, Jackson took the lead with a swift tone. "Just share what you've learned." Veda, her lip caught between her teeth, turned her attention back to Ethan and said, "As you directed, I have recorded everything he said about Zaylee." She handed over the recording device, which Jackson accepted promptly.

"I missed his initial apologies, but he later began to curse Zaylee and referenced a questionable deal. He didn't go into details about the deal." After confirming that Veda had relayed all the information, Jackson gestured toward the door. "I'll have someone drive you back." Veda paused, her eyes lingering on Ethan with a trace of reluctance. "Is it time for me to go already?" Jackson's expression was unyielding as he asked sternly, "Is there anything else you need to add?" Veda cast a hopeful look at Ethan, wishing he would invite her to stay, but he remained silent.

Disheartened, she shook her head and followed Jackson to the exit. Though Jackson typically stayed out of personal entanglements, he felt compelled to warn her... Veda walked alongside Jackson. "Mr. Brooks is married. You'd be wise to dismiss any further aspirations, or you might end up worse off than you can imagine." Veda's complexion immediately drained of color. She struggled to find her words and managed to stutter, "I don't have such aspirations." Exclusive stories galησvl․com "You'd better not. Remember, Mr. Brooks has only one wife.

Don't entertain any false hopes, or you'll find yourself out of here." "Understood." Veda quickly nodded, too apprehensive to elaborate. Reluctantly accepting her position, she recognized Jackson's authority was too formidable to challenge. Further objections would likely work to her disadvantage. Meanwhile, inside the villa, Ethan activated the recorder and listened intently. The recording lasted thirteen minutes, with nine of those filled with Ryland's apologies to Zaylee. "Zaylee, I swear I didn't mean it. I never intended to hurt you. It was all my father's doing. Please forgive me.

Ahhh, get back! What now? Dad, she saw everything!" Ethan's demeanor was one of mockery, a slight smirk playing across his otherwise stern face. His chilling presence filled the room, creating an air so tense that no one dared come near. Ryland's pleading continued, his voice erratic and increasingly unhinged. It appeared he had collapsed by the end, his words trailing off into whispers. . . .