the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 111: I’d find it too rough even just to warm my bed

Leah noticed that Delphine clearly wasn’t aware of the inner workings of the elite families and didn’t elaborate. She lazily picked up her coffee, took a sip, and said, "You don’t have to worry. The South Seas is close to our base; no one here dares to provoke us."

Except for the Leclair Family.

But even if the Leclair Family wanted to make a move against them, they’d have to pay a heavy price. The most advanced weaponry they had imported from Europe was aid at the South Seas day and night. The saying "barefoot people don’t fear those wearing shoes" rang true—if anything happened to Leah and her brother, the South Seas would never know peace again.

Delphine had always been aware of Griffith Squire’s ruthlessness. She nodded and asked, "Leah, are you planning to settle in the South Seas?"

Leah nodded casually and replied, "My brother has invested in so properties in Southern City, built himself a little nest. It’s not bad; at least this way we can see each other often."

When it ca to Delphine’s relationship with the Leclair Estate, Leah didn’t breathe a word. When she first t Delphine, the girl was as frail as a chicken, lifeless like a wooden doll, clearly crushed by imnse trauma. Since Delphine never brought it up, Leah chose not to either.

"That’s wonderful," Delphine exclaid joyfully. She had lost contact with all her school friends and childhood companions before she turned fifteen. After arriving at the Leclair Estate, she hardly made any friends—Leah was her only one.

Years ago, Griffith Squire had led her into an overgrown jungle and opened the door to a tumbledown cabin. Leah lay there on the bed, her body covered in tubes, teetering on the brink of death. It was a chaotic ti—Griffith’s enemies were everywhere, and he couldn’t risk sending his only sister out for dical care. He could only hire soone to look after Leah.

That was the first ti Delphine t Leah. She was like a broken butterfly—fragile, pale, but hauntingly beautiful.

"By the way," Leah said, "my brother is hosting a banquet two days from now for the prominent figures of the South Seas elite families. You should definitely co. Make sure to dress beautifully—don’t embarrass ." She pinched Delphine’s cheek affectionately, running her hand over the smooth texture of her skin, and teased with a laugh, "You’ve lost weight, but at least your skin feels nice."

"I’ve actually gained quite a bit!" Delphine chuckled in protest. Over the past month, while recovering from her injuries, she felt as though she’d put on several pounds.

The two chatted rrily throughout the afternoon until the sun dipped toward the horizon. They set a date to et again at the banquet before parting ways.

When Delphine returned to the Leclair Family Estate, only the butler was there. Ignatius Leclair was out, Bessie Leclair hadn’t returned from the hospital since last night, and Mrs. Gu had taken advantage of Little Zane’s school day to go on vacation with her friends. For so reason, the vast Leclair Estate felt deserted, leaving Delphine alone.

Delphine sneered softly as she ascended the stairs. By the garden bench, she lit a mosquito-repelling incense stick and examined the scripts Kyla Zamora had sent her. One script caught her attention, quickening her breath. Furrowing her brows, she finished reading it, clutching the paper tightly in her hands, unable to compose herself.

This wasn’t a big-budget production. The director wasn’t well-known in the industry—he was a newcor. The script wasn’t even based on a popular the; instead, it was an obscure concept.

She dialed Kyla Zamora.

"Sister Kyla, I’ve decided to accept the film ’The mory of Clear River,’" Delphine said.

Kyla’s side of the call sounded noisy. She hadn’t caught the words and raised her voice to ask, "Delphine, what did you say?"

"Find so ti to arrange a eting with the director of ’The mory of Clear River.’ I want to speak with him."

Kyla agreed, exchanging a few brief words before the unbearable noise on her end prompted Delphine to hang up. She hugged her knees, her small face calm yet solemn.

’The mory of Clear River’ depicted the story of the 1990s. The protagonist, Sandal White, lost her husband to war and raised her five-year-old daughter alone. An educated woman, Sandal White taught at an elentary school in Clear River Town, living a peaceful and orderly life. One day, while returning ho after work, she discovered her daughter was missing; at the sa ti, several other children from the town had been abducted. Devastated, Sandal embarked on a harrowing journey to find her child.

’The mory of Clear River’—she was determined to take the role.

That night, Delphine slept fitfully, plagued by one nightmare after another. Scenes from ’The mory of Clear River’ intermingled with mories of being locked in a dark, damp vehicle filled with pigs awaiting slaughter. Hidden beneath a wooden partition, she heard won’s cries all around her. The dream shifted to Griffith Squire’s devilishly handso face. He gripped her chin lazily and drawled, "So frail, hardly any flesh on you. I wouldn’t even buy you to warm my bed—it’d be too uncomfortable."

Delphine jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her wide eyes filled with lingering fear as they locked onto the glaring light. She reached out, grabbing her phone, which had been ringing incessantly.

A man’s languid, mischievous laugh ca through the call. His deep, alluring voice said with undeniable authority, "My dear, I just dreamt of you. You’ve been running all these years—isn’t it ti to return to your rightful master, hmm?"