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

Chapter 465: Hidden in the shadows, Marc clenched his fists and whispered to Alisha, "Should we go in now?" Alisha gave a subtle nod. With frustration fueling his actions, Marc couldn't contain his anger any longer. He rushed forward with the security guards, while Alisha made a quick call to the police. Confused and frightened, Cormac stammered, "Who are you? What do you want from me?" He begged, "Don't hurt me! I'll give you whatever you want." Dougal, restrained to the side, cried out, "Who are you people?" Marc looked at them coldly. "Who are we?

We're the real bosses of this company!" Cormac and Dougal turned pale, their bodies shaking as they didn't dare to make any sudden moves. When the police arrived, they arrested Cormac and Dougal. With the evidence at hand, the investigation progressed swiftly. Cormac had been exploiting his transport role to coordinate with external parties, while Dougal, an odd-job worker at Rebirth Studio, had secretly stolen some design drafts. The Higgins family had paid them handsomely to undermine the company, while also setting up overseas shipments as a separate revenue stream.

However, they steadfastly refused to divulge any information about the Higgins family. No matter the questioning, they played ignorant. Nyla had anticipated this reticence, so her expectations were managed. However, the recording made by Alisha and Marc offered a new opportunity. "Let's get this information to a journalist and get it published. All we need to do then is wait." Latest updates only on gαℓησνls․com Leveraging public opinion to hold Grandeagle Group accountable for their actions was a key part of Nyla's strategy.

Soon after the news was published, a strong current of public disapproval swept throughout Ulares. In the boardroom of Grandeagle Group, the atmosphere was charged with tension. All attendees displayed somber expressions, with Callie appearing particularly troubled. "Control the media backlash! And find the person who leaked that video-do it fast!" she ordered. "Should we proceed with tomorrow's scheduled event?" someone asked. Callie, her face stern, tapped her fingers idly on the table.

"Yes, proceed as planned." "What about handling the press at Grandeagle's event?" another person cautiously inquired. Callie lifted an eyebrow, her cold stare piercing the room. "Are you new to this? Must I instruct you on every detail of your job?" "Understood," came the immediate response, silencing any further discussion. . . .