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

Chapter 48: "Callie, have you returned? Are you here to monitor Ethan?" "No, I'm merely getting oriented at the request of Roger," Callie responded, ensuring Ethan was within her view. Even those not aware of Callie's background could understand the undercurrents from this dialogue. "Here, we value professional integrity and hierarchy above all. Unless it's essential, this floor is off-limits," Ethan interjected, his comment creating a palpable tension. The assembly quickly dispersed, not wishing to aggravate Ethan.

Devastated by Ethan's blunt comment, Callie's fists clenched as she whispered an apology. "I understand. My apologies. It will not occur again." Just then, Jackson approached, glancing at Callie before updating Ethan, saying, "Miss Green has just arrived." "Arrange for her to wait in the lounge," Ethan instructed. Promptly, Jackson acknowledged and departed. Upon hearing the name, Callie's curiosity spiked. "Miss Green?" The Green family name wasn't common in Ulares, yet Ethan seemed familiar with her, and Jackson mentioned her quite naturally. It had to be Nyla!

A wave of dismay washed over Callie, and she asked cautiously, "Could it be...?" Ethan, maintaining his indifference, asked, "Is there anything else you need?" "Just wanted to see you. I'm still adjusting after just returning, and you're the only familiar face around," Callie replied, softening her voice as she moved closer to Ethan. Knowing the right moment to show vulnerability was a mark of a successful woman. Mσrε υpdαтes ιn Gαlnσνels.cσm Ethan softened slightly, his voice warming. "Should you have questions, Keyla will assist you.

She's in charge of guiding you at the company." "Keyla is indeed helpful, yet..." Callie's words hung unfinished as Ethan abruptly strode away, quickening his pace. She pursed her lips, her expression shifting from gentle to troubled. Nearby, Keyla stood, seemingly oblivious to the exchange. Approaching with a warm smile, Callie inquired, "Can you tell me about this Miss Green? Is she part of the staff?" After a brief pause, Keyla recognized whom Callie meant. "She's a partner in our fashion projects.

Nyla Green owns Sweet Studio." This revelation took Callie aback; Nyla owning her studio at such a young age impressed her despite herself. "What kind of projects is she involved with?" "Crestwave Group is about to launch a winter couple's necklace collection, and Miss Green has designed the accompanying apparel," Keyla explained. Despite the explanation, Callie's face showed an unchanged, subtly dismissive attitude. What significant designs could come from a woman with such a background? . . .