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

Chapter 454: The secretary added, "Moreover, Rebirth Studio has the backing of a major international corporation, and the person behind it is someone you know." Callie's expression turned grave. "Who might that be?" "Franklin Rodriguez. You attempted to partner with him previously, but he declined. It appears he established Rebirth Studio." Confusion clouded Callie's mind. It seemed Franklin was intentionally opposing her, but the motive was elusive. She had previously reached out to Franklin for a perfume collaboration, which he had directly rejected, denying even a meeting.

Now, it was evident that he was also behind Rebirth Studio, clearly positioning it against her. What was his endgame? Connecting the dots between Franklin, Rebirth Studio, and Nyla, Callie tried to piece together the puzzle. Feeling overwhelmed, Callie gestured dismissively. "Alright, tell our design team to step back. We need to recall our team from overseas." "Her team overseas is rallying back. It looks like your plan is effective, Ella." On the screen, Franklin was clad in a vibrant red suit, as flashy as ever.

Soft music played in the background, harmonizing with the red wine he held, which added an air of sophistication. Familiar with his showiness, Nyla said, "Your wine supply seems to be dwindling." Just as Franklin was about to dance, he stopped abruptly and hurried toward the camera, his tone shifting dramatically from his previous elegance. "Ella, you're too clever! I need another case sent over." Even in requesting a favor, Franklin's demeanor was commanding. Nyla slightly raised her eyebrow.

"I might do that, but you'll have to return the favor." Ŀ∆†εѕŧ ¢₳þţ€яş ¡η ĠałиøνêļŞ.çø₥ Reluctant to feel coerced yet unable to resist Nyla's wine, Franklin gritted his teeth. The wine Nyla brewed was exceptionally good, which had always been a major reason for his support of her. He brushed back his bangs and sighed. "What is it? I wouldn't even consider it if not for your wine." Nyla responded with a smile, "Invest fully in Rebirth Studio. Set up a corporation in your name for them." Franklin stared at her, shocked. "My God!

Do you realize what you're asking?" Nyla's eyebrows lifted slightly, her smile shrewd and calculating. "Of course. You get twenty percent of the profits, but you're just the face of it. We need someone influential, someone intimidating enough that they won't be easily challenged." Franklin's blue eyes darkened. "You've really learned everything I've taught over these years. You're definitely one of mine. But remember, I'm a businessman; I don't enter deals that aren't profitable. Clearly, twenty percent won't suffice." Nyla leaned back, her expression serene, her red lips slightly parted.

"Three cases of wine." "Deal," Franklin quickly replied, knowing well that the wine's value exceeded any typical deal. . . .