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

Chapter 461: She rubbed her temples, trying to organize her thoughts. "Franklin, I need your help." Franklin leaned toward the camera, his expression attentive. "You want me to stop this person? I've already taken steps. They shouldn't know much." Nyla shook her head. It wasn't enough. Ethan wouldn't stop digging once he caught even a small lead. If he discovered Charlotte was his daughter, everything would unravel. Franklin noticed her serious expression and frowned. "What do you need?" Nyla met his gaze with determination.

"I need you to pose as Charlotte's father." Franklin paused, stunned by her request. He had dealt with enough complex situations to sense the implications. It reminded him of the first time Candy had introduced Nyla to him. After exchanging a few words, he easily understood that her composed exterior concealed an ambitious and determined nature. "You're saying Charlotte's real father is the one investigating?" he asked, connecting the dots. Nyla's eyes narrowed. "Some things are better left unsaid." Franklin raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine.

I was just asking." Nyla's tone softened slightly. "Think it over. I'm not pressuring you." Franklin pushed his hair back and offered a faint smile. "If you're asking, how can I refuse? But keep in mind, the truth will come out eventually. You need to prepare for that." Nyla frowned. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't made me return." "Even if I hadn't pushed you, you'd have come back to Ulares anyway," Franklin countered, his tone calm. "Now, just make sure to take care of my 'daughter.' Don't let your focus on revenge blind you to her needs.

That would disappoint." Franklin seemed to adapt quickly, though Nyla found herself questioning whether he was the right choice. Perhaps someone more dependable would have been better. Latest chapters ɢαlnσνes․com The call ended, leaving Nyla feeling the weight of recent events. Her phone rang, pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw Alisha's name. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice steady despite her exhaustion. "The Higgins family has made their move. There's an issue with the latest shipment," Alisha replied. Nyla drove directly to the studio.

Upon entering, she immediately said, "What's going on?" Alisha, clutching a design draft, paused, surprised by Nyla's sudden appearance. "Nyla, you arrived incredibly quickly," she said, taken aback. Nyla didn't think she was that quick. When she worked for Franklin, she would often go without rest for 36 hours, always staying on the move. Naturally, Franklin had always thought she was crazy for pushing herself that hard. "What's the status?" Nyla asked as she took a seat and sipped some water. Alisha set the design draft on the desk. "The latest shipment has issues.

We've received numerous complaints. We've conducted thorough checks but found no significant defects, which is the biggest concern. It's probably a switch; someone may have tampered with the goods." . . .