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

Chapter 392: Gently stirring her coffee, Candy watched the swirling patterns and proposed a radical strategy. "What if we kidnap Ethan?" The suggestion was daring, teetering on the edge of feasibility-a gamble fraught with danger. Before the plan had been put into action, trouble erupted at Maple Villa. Nyla was in her bed when she suddenly noticed smoke saturating the room. By the time the scent reached her, flames had already engulfed the second floor. She jumped from her bed and raced to the door, only to discover Hana lying unconscious at the top of the stairs.

She dashed to Hana's side, frantically shaking her. "Hana, wake up! What's happening? Talk to me, Hana! Hana, oh my god, what is this?" Her thoughts swirled chaotically. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was Candy's doing. It seemed far too extreme. "Mrs. Brooks, get out! Someone... someone's inside the villa..." Hana managed to mutter between coughs as she regained consciousness. "What are you saying?" Nyla supported her, attempting to navigate through the thickening smoke down the stairs. As they reached the lower floor, Nyla froze, her eyes wide with shock.

The area was consumed by flames, and thick smoke filled the air. In a panic, Nyla grabbed a cloth, dampened it with water from a nearby watering can, and covered her nose. She quickly handed another cloth to Hana. She rushed to the exit only to find that both the door and windows had been securely locked. "Where are the bodyguards? Where are they?" Lатєѕt chαptєrs in glnovels.сoм "They're all out," Hana whispered faintly, still groggy from whatever had been used to sedate her. Nyla threw herself against the door multiple times, but it held firm.

She then grasped Hana, pulling her back upstairs. "We need to go to my room. It's still safe there." Once inside, she locked the door and immediately noticed the window had been sealed shut from the outside. Who could have done this? "Hana, move back. I need to break the window," Nyla said, her determination firm. There was no time to ponder who was responsible. Their survival was all that mattered now. Seizing a wrench, Nyla started hammering at the window pane. Soon, the glass shattered. Thankfully, the second floor wasn't too high.

She ripped a sheet into strips, knotting them together to form a rope. Hana caught on quickly and assisted her. "Mrs. Brooks, I have alerted Mr. Brooks. Help should arrive soon." "If someone's targeting me, merely escaping won't stop them," Nyla said, her tone serious. . . .