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

Chapter 394: Stella continued her rant, oblivious to Hana sneaking up behind her. Catching Nyla's signal, Hana quickly subdued Stella. "Ah!" Stella shouted in surprise. Nyla stepped forward, demanding, "Tell me, is there another way out?" Stella burst into laughter. "Escape is futile. I've set the entire place burning." Nyla was skeptical that Stella hadn't planned her own escape. "If you don't cooperate, I'll toss you into the flames and walk right over you." "Try it. I've stationed hired killers everywhere. You're trapped," Stella retorted, her voice tinged with madness.

As the flames grew, Nyla found the heat suffocating. She scanned the area, noting shadows moving outside. Beside her, Hana yielded to the smoke, falling to the ground in a fit of coughs. Stella's laughter echoed maniacally. "Let's die together then. No one is getting out of here alive." Indeed, Stella's initial plan had included an escape route for herself, but impulsively, she had dashed back in after seeing Nyla. Now, as she laughed hysterically, tears streamed down her face. "Nyla, you've ruined me. You turned Austen against me, knowing my feelings for him.

You flirted with my brother, leaving him disgraced among the Brooks family. My reputation, my self-respect, my life-all shattered, all because of you!" Amid violent coughs, Stella pointed at Nyla and said, "You must pay for this! We should all die!" Nyla dismissed her rants, urgently searching for an exit as Hana's condition worsened. "Don't bother looking. There's no rescue coming," Stella taunted, coughing through the smoke but managing a grim smile. Discover stories now gαlnσνℯℓs․com Frantic, Nyla reached for her phone and dialed Ethan, driven by instinct.

The phone rang endlessly without an answer. She dialed again. Hana had informed Ethan, so help should have been near. The phone kept ringing. Finally, the call was picked up, and a woman's voice said, "Hello?" Momentarily stunned, Nyla asked, "Veda? Where's Ethan? Put him on." She didn't have the time to consider why Veda was answering the phone. However, Veda's reply dashed Nyla's hopes. "Ethan's asleep. He told me not to take your calls. I snuck to answer.

What's the matter?" Four years later, in a small suburban villa, a well-dressed woman rushed to put on her earrings with a sense of urgency. "Candy, I'll need your help with Charlotte today. The company is busy, and I might return late." Candy, lounging on the sofa and browsing her phone, frowned slightly and eyed the little girl playing on the carpet. With a resigned sigh and a rub of her temples, she muttered, "This is the last time for the month. You're really interfering with my social life." Nyla offered a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm finalizing some new products.

I'll bring you some samples later. Just get through this month, and your social calendar is all yours. Thanks for stepping in." . . .