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

Chapter 40: Historically, Nyla's family and the Grandeagle Group had formed a solid partnership. One memorable day, her father, beaming with excitement, informed her of a groundbreaking product launch. Though young and not fully understanding the impact, Nyla felt elated just to share in his happiness. Later, development issues arose, thrusting the Green family into the spotlight as the Green Group faced sudden bankruptcy. At that chaotic time, the complexities of the situation were beyond Nyla's comprehension.

Over the years, as she conducted her own investigations, she hadn't initially considered the involvement of other firms. The idea that former partners might have played a role became a plausible scenario. Her musings were abruptly interrupted by a ringtone. Checking her phone, she connected the call via Bluetooth, and Candy's voice filled the speaker. "Miss Green, we've set up the deal with Skycloud Group. Make sure to sign the contract tomorrow, and don't forget the stage event with Crestwave Group.

You've been away for several days, and they're beginning to push for your presence." Nyla remained quiet for a moment, musing over the unusual situation of employees nudging their boss to action. "I'm the boss, Candy." "I understand, but we need to keep things moving, or we might face bankruptcy." "Alright," Nyla said sharply, and then disconnected. With a decisive turn, she drove toward the studio. She planned to dive back into work, surprising her team with her sudden burst of diligence.

Despite her determination to catch up with work, Nyla lounged in the studio after finalizing the contract with Skycloud Group the next day. Reclined in her chair, a paintbrush nonchalantly perched on her lips, she was surrounded by heaps of discarded, crumpled drawing paper. Nyla typically handled the studio's major corporate clients, a role that had grown more challenging recently. While earlier projects had involved smaller firms, the recent shift to dealing with two large corporations meant that her colleagues' designs were often not up to par, leaving Nyla to pick up the slack.

Candy, observing Nyla's relaxed posture, frowned and set down a cup of coffee beside her. Your next story starts here: gⱯlnσνℓs․com "Miss Green, do you have the draft ready?" "Give me a moment, I'm on it," Nyla replied, her sudden movement causing her brush to clatter to the floor. She held her head in exasperation. "Candy, what are you, a spy for them?" Candy was unfazed and started listing facts from her phone. "You've missed sixteen days and eight hours this month, haven't completed any products, and have only three sketches that we can actually use.

Our losses for the month are..." Nyla interrupted, "Enough, enough, I'm on it. I love my job, really. I'll get the final piece to Crestwave Group today." After ten grueling hours, Nyla handed the completed work to Candy. Exhausted to her core, she didn't even have the energy to drive, opting instead for a taxi ride home. The moment Nyla used her fingerprint to enter her apartment and swapped her shoes, she was abruptly pinned against the entryway cabinet. About to scream, she instead relaxed into a familiar embrace. . . .