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

Chapter 464: "Stop your foolish talk. Go wash up; dinner's ready." "I'm merely telling it like it is." With a shrug, Candy exited the kitchen. The next morning, Nyla got an update from Alisha. "Nyla, the shipment has been marked," Alisha said excitedly over the call. Yet, Nyla remained composed. "Good, carry out the standard protocol. Tonight, make sure the shipment is moved to an alternate location." "Understood," Alisha answered. After the call, Alisha instructed her team to prepare the shipment. The representative from the company promptly arranged everything.

That night, once the shipment arrived at its new location, Alisha and Marc checked it and confirmed the interference. "So, it's confirmed. Let's go after the perpetrator," Alisha said. "We've made a fortune again today. So, where do you want to go? I will cover the bills." Beneath a starlit sky, two men strolled down the street. The older one, in his forties, confidently spun his keys in his left hand, a self-satisfied smile playing across his face. His younger companion, a man in his early twenties with a sharp face and an ingratiating smile, interjected.

"Uncle, why don't we head back to that exclusive spot? I still haven't had my fill, and I heard they've brought in some new women. Let's go have a look." Dougal Tucker's anticipation was evident as he eagerly rubbed his hands together. Cormac Figueroa's eyes gleamed with desire as he reflected on his previous visit, which hadn't been as thrilling. To have better services, it could cost them tens of thousands for a night's entertainment, and for two, the bill could surge past a hundred thousand. Previously, their finances were tighter. Things were different now.

Cormac was eager to go: the last group of women had been quite something, and now there was a new batch to see. He was eager to see them. |@†€$† ¢₳þŧëяŞ |n Ġalπøνεlş.cøm "Sure, let's do it. I'm feeling generous today, so let's indulge in whatever we fancy," Cormac declared, tossing his keys with a flourish of wealth. When Dougal heard that, he was filled with joy and exclaimed, "It's wonderful to be with you, Uncle! This factory will practically be your kingdom from now on." "Let's not get carried away. I'm merely adjusting the inventory. Those fools haven't caught on yet.

Do they think they can challenge the Higgins family? It's pure delusion." Riding the wave of flattery, Cormac spoke whatever crossed his mind. Hidden in the dark, Alisha and Marc stealthily began recording the conversation. Dougal, always curious, asked further, "Did they cross the Higgins family?" "Yes, the Higgins themselves wanted them taken down. It's been ages, and they haven't suspected a thing. Honestly, the Higgins family probably gave them too much credit." "So, are they screwed?" Dougal's love for drama was palpable, eagerly anticipating the fallout. Cormac sneered dismissively.

"They think their little studio can stand up against big corporations. Just because they've started a company, they think they're a big deal." . . .