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

Chapter 442: Nyla let out a weary sigh, pressing her fingers against her temples as she spoke. "Franklin, I've asked you not to call me that. I've dismissed some employees lately, but thankfully, everything's under control now." Franklin gave a casual blink, unfazed. "I know, you're doing fantastic work. You're such a buzzkill, darling. I just miss you." Nyla had grown nearly indifferent to his flirtatious antics. "Okay, what do you need?" Franklin exhaled deeply.

"Oh, don't you miss me even a little?" "If you've got nothing important to say, I'm going to hang up." "Candy sent me to look into something for you, and I've uncovered it. The Higgins family is tied to a gang in Vluimginia; they've had dealings with them before." "A gang?" Nyla's brow furrowed. "Which gang? Are they the same ones who helped the Higgins family in the past?" "Yes, and they've resumed their dealings recently." Franklin set his wine glass aside and arched an eyebrow. "I understand. Thanks." Nyla nodded, her mind racing as she processed the information.

This implied that she couldn't take action against the Higgins family just yet. If they had historical ties to a gang, it suggested the gang might have helped cover up the incident years ago. Nyla was the last person to leave the office that evening. As she went downstairs to drive home, she came to an unexpected stop, her gaze locking on Ethan. "Get in the car," Ethan's command echoed through the deserted area. Nyla's expression turned into a slight frown. "Mr. Brooks, our personal relationship is over. It would be better if we limit our private interactions." "Really?

You didn't seem to think so when you were hugging me," Ethan said with a hint of teasing. Explore more stories gαℓησνls․cøm Nyla pressed her lips together tightly. She couldn't quite recall the details of that night and was hesitant to dismiss him outright. "What is it that you want?" "You." Nyla's eyebrows knitted together. "Ethan, are you out of your mind?" "I'll drive you home," Ethan said slowly.

"No, thank you." Nyla had just voiced her refusal when Ethan quickly responded, "You can refuse, but then our marriage will come to light." "Is that a threat?" Nyla's gaze sharpened, carrying a hint of warning. Leaning against the car window, Ethan observed her with a calm expression. Taking a deep breath, Nyla hesitated before climbing into the car. She felt she could no longer continue this way. It was time for everything to end. "Ethan, I'm filing for divorce. It doesn't matter if you agree or not; we can't go on like this." Silence enveloped the car.

Ethan remained quiet, and Nyla wrapped her arms around herself, gripping her arm tightly, betraying her anxiety. "Really? Beat me in a fight, and I'll agree to let you go," Ethan replied evenly. . . .