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

Chapter 429: Nyla acknowledged his compliment with a simple nod. "Thank you." "Are they still unaware of your position as SKT's vice president?" Murray inquired, curiosity evident in his tone. "Indeed," Nyla confirmed, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "The element of surprise should prove quite entertaining." Murray's laughter held genuine amusement. "Regarding the decision not to collaborate with Skycloud, was that influenced by Ethan?" "That directive came from headquarters, not my office," Nyla clarified. Relief softened Murray's features. "I'm glad to hear it.

Being compared to him grows tiresome. Knowing you didn't choose him brings me comfort." As their conversation continued, Nyla suddenly felt the weight of an ice-cold stare fixed upon her. Nyla swiveled to meet Ethan's cold stare. "Looks like he's caught on," Murray replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. At that moment, Murray's gaze was fixed on Ethan, standing a short distance away. Nyla shot Ethan a quick look before turning to head in a different direction. "Really? How is that relevant to me?" She had no part in the longstanding grievances between Ethan and Murray.

In fact, Ethan meant even less to her now; she felt as if she had died in that fire four years ago. Clasping a champagne glass, Nyla chose a hidden corner to settle into, knowing it wasn't the time for her to be noticed. She had recently noticed the crowd's growing interest in the SKT Group. This newfound attention was likely to facilitate SKT Group's entrance into the market. Engrossed in her thoughts, Nyla was oblivious to a man stealthily approaching from behind.

мσяє υρ∂αтєѕ ιи gαℓиσνєℓѕ.¢σм Suddenly, her wrist was seized, and she was abruptly pulled to her feet, almost losing her balance. "Ethan Brooks, what are you doing?" Nyla exclaimed, her eyes blazing with anger as she faced him. With a stern look, Ethan forcefully led her toward the emergency exit and secured the door with a click. "What is this about? Let me go!" Nyla demanded, struggling against his grip. "You confess to Murray but deny everything to me? You treat him quite differently, Nyla," Ethan said, his hand firmly on her waist, the other pinching her chin.

Nyla grimaced, her expression turning sour. "And what if I do? You and I have nothing between us anymore!" Ethan's tone grew more intense. "Remember, we are still legally married." He had never signed the divorce papers, rendering their supposed separation invalid. With a scoff, Nyla retorted, "Fine, I'll file for divorce myself. Four years is long enough. You live your life, and I'll live mine." She was utterly fed up. Fed up with being locked up, tired of the other women in Ethan's life, and done with the misery that had accompanied their marriage. . . .