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

Chapter 71: Callie was momentarily stunned. What could this possibly mean? She was present as a representative of the Higgins family, who shared a significant connection with Claire. When she had asked Ethan to accompany her, he had initially refused outright. Had it not been for Roger's insistence, Ethan wouldn't have come at all. But was Claire implying that Ethan himself had requested two tickets? If so, those tickets must have been intended for Nyla, which would explain how Nyla was able to bring a friend to such an exclusive event.

Forcing down her rising frustration, Callie managed a strained smile. "Ms. Perry, it's Callie. You met me when I was very young," she said, reciting the carefully rehearsed lines her father had instructed her to deliver. Truthfully, Callie had only the vaguest recollection of Claire. When Claire had relocated abroad, Callie was still in the country; and when Callie had gone abroad, Claire had returned. Were it not for Claire's great reputation, Callie wouldn't have bothered associating with her at all. In Callie's estimation, her own international renown far surpassed Claire's. "Is that so?

You've grown up considerably. You're not quite as adorable as you were as a child," Claire remarked with an air of indifference, taking a sip of freshly brewed coffee as she settled onto the sofa. Callie's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before returning to its practiced composure. "Well, I've grown up, so naturally, I can't be compared to my childhood self." Claire displayed no interest in pursuing the conversation. She glanced at Ethan, who had remained silent, and said with a hint of impatience, "Why are you here?

I have nothing further to offer you at the moment." Initially, her relationship with Ethan had been purely professional. Later, when she faced some challenging disputes abroad, Ethan had been instrumental in resolving them. Out of gratitude, she had designed several sets of jewelry for him, free of charge. Fresh chapters uploaded on gαℓησvls․cøm Jewelry, specifically, not clothing. However, to complement the jewelry, she had eventually designed a considerable amount of clothing as well. Over time, their professional relationship had evolved. "No, Ms. Perry, you misunderstand.

Ethan is simply accompanying me. It's been quite some time since I last saw you, and my father asked me to pay you a visit," Callie explained, her tone carefully measured and polite. Most people wouldn't have found fault with her demeanor, but Claire, a seasoned veteran of high society, could discern the undercurrents of thought with a mere glance. She saw Callie's subtle disdain quite clearly. "Is that so? Now that you've paid your respects, you're free to leave," Claire said, setting down her cup.

Her tone remained even, but her gaze seemed to penetrate Callie's carefully constructed facade. Callie's smile wavered, and she glanced at Ethan with a hint of pleading. Claire gave a soft chuckle. "What? Can't bear to leave him?" "No, you're teasing me. I'll visit again soon," Callie replied reluctantly, lowering her head to conceal the resentment in her eyes before turning to leave. As she exited the room, her phone rang. It was Brevard Higgins, her father. . . .