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

Chapter 426: Ethan's presence was inevitable-part of Franklin's calculated strategy to draw Ulares' elite families. As Callie appeared, Nyla's attempt to locate the coordinator was interrupted by their encounter. "You're... you're Nyla, aren't you?" Callie's face registered pure shock. Nyla maintained her distance. "As I said before, you're mistaken." Callie's eyes swept over Nyla's attire, jumping to conclusions about wealthy patronage explaining such a bold choice. "No need for pretense. I wasn't involved in past events, so I won't pry. But I'm curious-where were you these four years?

Now you're back in Ulares. Did your benefactor arrange your return?" Nyla's brow furrowed. "What exactly are you implying?" Had Callie truly descended into madness? This thought flashed through Nyla's mind as she attempted to maneuver past her former acquaintance, anxious to locate the event coordinator. The evening's schedule had momentarily slipped her mind, and missing her stage appearance was not an option she could entertain. Callie materialized before her like an unwanted specter. "Nyla, perhaps we can reach an arrangement," she proposed, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

Nyla met Callie's gaze with measured curiosity. A calculating smile spread across Callie's features as she continued, "Your return intrigues me, though I suspect fortune hasn't smiled upon you lately." Her eyes traveled deliberately over Nyla's attire-a bespoke creation arranged by Franklin, shipped from overseas, its prestigious origins a mystery to most. The newest releases are at gⱯlnσνℓs․com "This particular ensemble," Callie began, her tongue clicking disapprovingly, "marks quite a departure from your previous tastes.

And it seems you've degraded yourself into someone using charm to get what they want." Irritation flickered across Nyla's features. "Your point being?" Callie's gaze wandered away, her smile maintaining its artificial warmth. "I'm prepared to offer financial compensation if you remove yourself from Ethan's orbit permanently." Nyla's eyebrow arched with genuine amusement. "And then what follows?" Leaning closer, Callie's whispered words carried unmistakable mockery. "Your marriage to Ethan is ancient history-four years gone. Whatever existed between you has withered away, and your status...

well, you're rather out of your depth in this social sphere. Perhaps it's time to cease this futile attempt at belonging." Callie retreated, contempt etched across her features. Nyla straightened herself up, her commanding presence dwarfing Callie's attempts at intimidation. Her eyes had transformed into ice. "If you're experiencing a mental breakdown, professional help exists. Remember, blind devotion is a trait reserved for canines. Currently, you're presenting yourself as nothing more than a pampered lapdog." . . .