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

Chapter 65: Had the man's hand not twitched slightly, he might have been mistaken for dead. "Who was behind the sabotage of Kirsten's car?" Ethan demanded. Kirsten Brooks, his biological mother, had been with him during the car accident. Although Ethan was saved, he vividly remembered seeing his mother bleeding profusely before the car exploded, destroying any hope for her survival. The official story was that it had been a tragic accident, with his father even suggesting that Kirsten had intended to die alongside Ethan.

Unknown to all, in the critical moment before the crash, Kirsten had instinctively protected Ethan, potentially saving his life at the cost of her own. The injured man on the floor struggled to breathe, blood bubbling from his lips, as he said weakly, "No...

nobody." Ethan stared down at the man with a gaze as cold and detached as if he had emerged from the depths of hell, instructing, "Keep him alive, but otherwise, do whatever you want." "Then I'll begin testing my new potion on him," said a man dressed like a doctor, his voice tinged with perverse anticipation at using the injured man as a test subject. After leaving the grim basement, Ethan entered the grandeur of Vluimginia's largest auction house, seamlessly transitioning from the underworld to the elite social scene.

As he perused the auction catalog, his attention was captured by a unique blue diamond, recalling Nyla's fondness for such gems. Despite Nyla's recent defiance, Ethan decided, tapping the catalog lightly with his finger. "Secure this one at all costs." "Absolutely, Mr. Brooks," came the prompt reply. The auction proceeded, and the distinctive blue diamond was eventually sold for eighty million to an anonymous bidder. Nyla could hardly remember the number of times she had walked through the prison gates.

More books available at gαℓησvℯls․com Throughout the years, she'd made countless visits but had never managed to catch a glimpse of Hayes. Clutching the good luck charm Claudine had crafted for her brother, Nyla felt its texture between her fingers before slipping it back into her pocket. Once she had signed in, Nyla settled into a seat, waiting with the quiet patience she had perfected over time. The warden, familiar with Nyla's frequent visits, often remarked that it was a shame such a lovely young woman had to endure this for her brother.

Nyla always bit back the response that her brother was the best, knowing it would fall on deaf ears. Just as she braced for another fruitless visit, Nyla spotted a slender figure trailing behind the warden. Her eyes instantly filled with tears, and her voice quivered. "Hayes..." She was led to the designated meeting spot, but Nyla could only gaze at her brother, oblivious to the guard's reminder about their limited time. Her gaze was tinged with deep concern. Hayes had once been a track team captain, known for his athletic physique and charismatic charm.

He had been awkwardly endearing when he first courted Claudine. . . .