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

Chapter 467: "Indeed, it's all about having the right connections." "Ha, they didn't anticipate this. We've turned their own strategies against them. What perfect revenge." The situation didn't deescalate; it intensified instead. Grandeagle Group faced substantial losses within just one week. Callie was overwhelmed, grappling with severed partnerships and models terminating their contracts. At the Higgins family's residence, Brevard stood by a window, his tone grave. "You should step away for a bit. Mathew will handle things for now." Callie reacted with shock, her body shaking.

"Dad!" "That's an order. You've seemed off lately. Take some time to regroup." "I understand." Callie bowed her head, her feelings a mix of resentment and forced acceptance. Leaving the study, she encountered Johnny. Avoiding his gaze, her eyes welled with tears. Johnny, noticing his sister's distress, frowned. He suspected her emotions were exaggerated but still felt concern. "Did Dad reprimand you over the recent troubles?" Callie nodded. "Johnny, that studio provoked us first.

They snubbed our partnership to mock us." Johnny was aware of who owned the studio and what the underlying issues were. Torn between his loyalty to the Higgins family and his concern for Nyla, he hesitated before explaining, "That studio is connected to Nyla. This isn't about them insulting you; it's about Nyla seeking revenge." "Nyla?" Disdain crept into Callie's tone. "Are you saying I should back down?" Johnny struggled internally. The real concern wasn't just their rivalry with Nyla but that she was actively undermining the Higgins family. He couldn't just sit idly by.

He explained, "No, I'm just laying out the facts." Dive into tales at gαℓ ησ ν s, com "Johnny, I've matured over the years; I avoid trouble now. But since Nyla returned, she's been targeting me." Callie's demeanor softened, looking dejected. "You must help me, especially now that Dad has sidelined me. I'm at a loss." Johnny felt a sense of resignation but ultimately nodded in agreement. "I'll help you." A cunning glint appeared in Callie's eyes, her lips curving into a sly smile that remained unseen by others.

Back in her room, she settled into her chair, mulling over her secret dealings in the coffee shop. Since she was removed from her position at Grandeagle Group, she would have time to manage the coffee shop. Meanwhile, Nyla was driving home when her phone rang. It was the hospital. "Ms. Green, is this you? Mr. Ethan Brooks has been injured and listed you as a contact. Can you come to the hospital?" "Sorry, can't make it," Nyla responded firmly. She wondered what Ethan was up to now. "Understood. When might you be available? It's urgent. The patient is in critical condition and needs..." . . .