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

Chapter 412: Finding their antics amusing, Nyla shook her head and said, "My car's just outside. I've bought some groceries so I can make us dinner at home." "It's been a while since I tasted your cooking. Let's head home," Bonnie excitedly said, reaching for the keys to close up. "Let's go home!" Charlotte exclaimed, lifting her hand in excitement. Nyla helped Charlotte into the back seat, and Bonnie got in and closed the door. As they started to drive off, Callie emerged from her car across from the cafe.

"Noticing that cafe across the street closed earlier than usual today," Callie said with a casual glance at the securely shut establishment. The manager of her own cafe responded with a nod, "Indeed, they have just departed. A lady with a child was here to pick her up." Callie, responding with a silent nod, offered no further comment. Lately, business at her cafe had only been fair, worsened by the competition from Bonnie's new cafe right across from hers. Those engaged in covert dealings were now more vigilant.

On occasion, new customers mistook Bonnie's cafe for Callie's, nearly revealing her hidden operations. This development annoyed Callie significantly. She entered through a secret door. Once inside, the ambiance was noticeably less vibrant than before; the previous sense of indulgence had notably diminished. With a frown, Callie questioned, "When will the overseas shipment be ready?" The manager replied with evident nervousness, "It will still take some time." "Always 'some time'! But when precisely?" Callie blurted out, her patience wearing thin.

Four years ago, a nearly successful plan was abruptly halted when Stella, in a delirious state, set fire to the villa. The fire had ended Nyla's life and simultaneously stopped the experiment. Unknown to most, the drug they were testing had a side effect that greatly intensified users' hostility. When the first batch reached overseas clients, it caused issues. Callie was under pressure not to antagonize her overseas partners. Her assurances to resolve the disruptions and compensate for losses were the only reasons they had been accommodating.

Latest updates on gⱯlnσνℓs․com With increasing domestic oversight, she had not been able to import new drugs for quite some time, and Ethan had not initiated any new actions. "We have a new group here, all fresh test subjects. We've refined the drugs since the last trials, and we are ready to begin testing." "Where are these new subjects?" asked Callie, her voice cold. The manager indicated toward the central stage. "They are all set up." The red curtain then drew back. Displayed on the stage were ten young women, restrained in a disturbingly suggestive manner.

"It's time to begin." New patrons began filtering into the establishment. The young women, subdued by substances, were aroused; some had begun engaging with the patrons in an unnaturally forward manner. Callie observed the scene with clinical detachment. "This group shows promise. Any complications I should know about?" . . .