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

Chapter 70: "Is there something wrong with the name 'Enchanting Beauty'?" A clear voice sounded from behind. The speaker, a woman who appeared to be in her thirties or forties, was someone Nyla had met briefly before-Claire's assistant. Nyla offered a polite smile. "Not at all. I simply think a different name might better capture the essence of this piece. 'Enchanting Beauty' is lovely, of course, but its meaning eludes me. When I first saw it, the word 'stunning' immediately sprang to mind. It truly embodies the design." The woman smiled gently, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"What makes you think Claire chose that particular name?" A sudden thought struck Nyla. "I suspect... she simply chose it on a whim." The woman's eyes widened in surprise, before she bent forward, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "I believe you're right. She really is quite capricious. No one realizes her names are often chosen on a whim." Nyla's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement. "Ms. Perry, your disguise isn't very convincing." Claire was surprised to be recognized so quickly, given her infrequent public appearances. "How did you know?

Where did I slip up?" "You laughed too openly; an assistant wouldn't dare laugh at their boss like that." Claire hadn't expected that to be the giveaway and chuckled again. She hadn't planned to attend the exhibition, but boredom had driven her downstairs. Nyla's comments had piqued her interest. "Are you studying fashion design?" "Yes, Ms. Perry. I'm a huge fan; you're my inspiration. Could I get a secret autograph? I promise I won't tell anyone," Nyla said earnestly. "Is what you're wearing your own design?" Claire asked, taking out a small notebook to sign. "No need for secrecy.

I'll sign it openly." Updates always at galnoνes.com "Thank you. It's not my design. I hope one day you'll see my designs in a magazine." Claire paused, surprised by Nyla's confident statement. Few spoke with such assurance, and Nyla's sincerity made it seem almost inevitable. Claire smiled. "I'll look forward to it. What's your name?" "Nyla Green." Claire paused slightly and nodded, about to reply when someone called her name nearby. She glanced at Nyla, swallowing her words and dismissing it as a coincidence.

"Well, I hope to see you again." As Claire walked away with her assistant, the latter took a quick glance at Nyla before saying, "You should avoid contact with people for a while. They're still investigating your identity." Claire, slightly annoyed, waved a dismissive hand. "She's just a young girl who loves design, and I like her. Don't overthink it." "You know it's not safe. Mr. Brooks is still waiting for you. Please don't wander off." "What's he up to now? Fine, fine, I'm going." Entering the upstairs lounge, Claire saw Ethan standing beside a seemingly harmless woman.

Only the shrewdness in her eyes betrayed her true nature. "Did you request two tickets just to bring her here?" . . .