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

Chapter 424: A bitter smile crossed Nyla's features as understanding dawned. "So they believe I murdered Stella?" Bonnie confirmed with a solemn nod. "Indeed. The Brooks family considers you the perpetrator. They'll likely pursue you relentlessly if they know you're still alive." The years had buried the incident deep, the flames having consumed all physical traces. Only Bonnie and Candy knew the truth, yet proving anything seemed impossibly complex. "I understand," Nyla acknowledged, her voice measured. "I encountered Ethan yesterday." Alarm flashed across Bonnie's features. "And...

Charlotte?" "He remains unaware of her existence," Nyla assured her. "However... concealing this truth grows increasingly difficult." She recognized that Ethan would inevitably uncover more, regardless of her attempts at secrecy. "Your questions make sense now," Bonnie observed, concern lacing her words. "Exercise caution with the Brooks family." "The Brooks family doesn't worry me," Nyla responded with quiet confidence. The following morning, Ellen greeted Nyla with a stack of documents as she entered her office. Nyla cast them a cursory glance.

"Ella, today's schedule includes meetings at 9 a.m. and 3 p.m. Additionally, Crestwave Group requests a consultation with the designer regarding design specifics," Ellen reported. Nyla's hand stilled, the pen hovering above the paper. "Crestwave Group wants to meet the designer?" "Yes. Given your absence yesterday, I hadn't responded to their request." Keep reading gⱯlnσνℯs․com Nyla massaged her temples, deducing that Ethan's discovery must have prompted this meeting request. After all, she herself served as SKT Group's lead designer. "Decline for now.

Inform them the designer hasn't returned to the country." "Noted," Ellen replied, recording the instruction. "The design exhibition begins at 5 p.m., followed by a dinner party arranged by the CEO for you. Will you attend?" The exhibition would showcase Nyla's design talent, with Franklin aiming to elevate her prominence. The dinner would undoubtedly attract Ulares' elite. "Yes, I'll attend. Please handle the arrangements." "Alright." As Nyla contemplated the exhibition-her first major public appearance since returning-she recognized its significance in cementing her reputation.

She considered asking Bonnie's advice about evening wear. Ellen, however, had anticipated her needs. "Ella, the CEO selected this gown for you." Nyla accepted the garment bag with surprise, discovering an elegant white evening dress inside. "Very well." . . .