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

Chapter 445: Checking her phone, Nyla confirmed their arrival at a small, white, standalone house with a small yard. A diminutive sign read, "Memory Studio." "You know I ran a studio in the past. I handed it over to Alisha when I moved away. However, the studio was targeted, and eventually, she and her team left and set up here," Nyla explained. Bonnie was taken aback, not realizing Nyla's previous team was still operational. "Do they know you've returned?" "Alisha's aware. We've been in touch," Nyla nodded, then continued, "You can share what you're looking for with them.

If it's not to your satisfaction, just speak up." Bonnie had full faith in Nyla. In fact, she had reservations about Nyla's shift from fashion design to jewelry design back then. However, at Franklin's company, there was no shortage of fashion designers, and Nyla was determined not to be just another redundant member. She pressed the doorbell. Soon, a voice came from inside, followed by the sound of rushing footsteps. "Coming!" a familiar voice called out, which Nyla recognized as belonging to Marc. As the door opened, Marc's smiling face greeted them. "You...

Nyla!" Marc stood still, his face a mask of shock. "It's me," Nyla replied, maintaining her composure. Marc's hand flew to his mouth as his eyes grew wide. "Oh my God, Alisha! Nyla is back!" His voice was filled with emotion, almost to the point of tears. Both Nyla and Bonnie were momentarily speechless. Marc shouted back into the villa, then quickly stepped forward and gave Nyla a brief hug before stepping back. Your favorite updates gⱯlnσνℯls․com "It's real, I'm not dreaming. Oh my God, does this mean I might finally get a raise?" Nyla didn't respond. Bonnie elbowed Nyla gently.

"Nyla, do you really think this will work?" Rubbing her forehead, Nyla responded, "I hope it does." It wasn't long before everyone in the villa was aware of Nyla's return. Shortly after, she and Bonnie found themselves on a sofa, surrounded by an intrigued crowd. Bonnie grinned. "This welcome feels more like an interrogation than a reunion." At that moment, Alisha, who had just prepared some coffee, walked over and caught the conversation. "Okay, let's cut it out. We have a customer here. She's about to get married and is looking for a bespoke wedding dress." "Got it.

Miss Olson, could you share what you're looking for?" Alex promptly transitioned into professional mode. Bonnie gave Nyla a reassuring look and said, "I'll go chat with them, so you can spend some time catching up with Alisha." "Thank you, go ahead," replied Nyla. Alisha then placed a coffee cup in front of each of them, Nyla and Bonnie. "This is excellent. It confirms I made the right decision handing the studio over to you," Nyla commented, clearly impressed with Alisha's management. . . .