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

Chapter 89: "Thank you." "My pleasure." Callie cast a curious glance toward the office. Jackson's impassive expression left no room for questioning. With her curiosity unfulfilled, she left. On her way down, the elevator stopped on the 19th floor, and Lisbeth stepped inside. Callie, keeping her professional demeanor intact, greeted her warmly. Lisbeth, however, didn't bother hiding her disdain. As the elevator doors closed, her tone turned cutting. "You can drop the act, Miss Higgins. Isn't it exhausting?" Callie smiled tightly, feigning innocence.

"I don't understand why you're upset with me. Have I done something to offend you?" Internally, her thoughts were anything but polite. She imagined tearing Lisbeth apart. Everyone in the company scrambled to get on her good side, but Lisbeth, a senior above her, always looked down on her. Worse, Lisbeth openly favored Nyla. What was so special about Nyla? Callie wondered how she couldn't measure up to Nyla. "You're overthinking it," Lisbeth said coolly. "Just expect results. And your work...

hasn't shown me anything worthwhile." Lisbeth's smile was sharp as she added casually, "By the way, is Nyla still in Mr. Brooks' office? I need to discuss something with her." "Nyla?" Callie repeated, puzzled. "Isn't she there? She was supposed to be discussing a collaboration with Mr. Brooks." Lisbeth frowned slightly. "Strange. Did Nyla leave already?" As the elevator doors opened, Lisbeth stepped out without waiting for a reply, leaving Callie standing there, stunned. It took a moment for the pieces to fall into place. Nyla had been here? And with Ethan? So...

Ethan had left the office with her earlier? Every journey starts at gαℓησνs․c In the lounge of the CEO's office, Nyla paused to compose herself before exiting, freshly dressed. Her strides were clumsy, her legs aching, especially under the strain of high heels. Ethan, already settled at his desk, was deeply focused on some documents. Speaking up, Nyla felt a twinge in her throat and, remembering why, her face flushed once more. Ethan had shown a rather passionate side of himself. "Ahem...

When is Claudine's treatment scheduled to begin?" she inquired, concealing her unease with a subtle cough. "It's set for tonight; she can start immediately," Ethan said smoothly. Surprised by his promptness, Nyla's tension eased, diminishing any lingering annoyance she might have felt toward him. Softly, she expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you." Ethan's eyes met hers, his emotion unreadable. Feeling the intensity of his gaze, Nyla made an awkward excuse to leave his presence. Once out of view, she felt more at ease.

As she moved away, Jackson crossed her path, acknowledging her with a nod. "Miss Green, see me directly tomorrow. You will be here for cooperation and exchange." . . .