the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 119 Mr. Li Really Spends Money Like Water

Delphine shook her head and turned away, refusing to look at him.

Ignatius Leclair nodded slightly, signaling that he understood. Asking that question was just for show—when it ca to Ignatius Leclair’s woman, was there anything she could lack? Why would she need to take a worthless necklace?

"Miss Wade, on what grounds do you believe Delphine would take your necklace?" The man raised his eyes, deep and unfathomable like an ancient well, his piercing gaze landing on Yvonne Wade as he asked coldly.

Yvonne Wade trembled under the intensity of his gaze and instinctively glanced at Bessie Leclair.

Bessie Leclair, seeing her older brother step in, had already claid her leg hurt and was now shrinking behind Jocelyn Yeager, whose expression was equally grim. At this mont, she didn’t dare say a word; the mory of being locked in the wine cellar was still very fresh.

Yvonne Wade noticed Ignatius Leclair’s attention on her and felt a secret thrill. She straightened her proud chest and plucked up her courage, speaking coquettishly, "If it wasn’t her who took it, then who? Everyone here is wealthy—no one would stoop to sothing like this."

The people invited by Griffith Squire were the elite among elites in South Asia. This was a trap deliberately set targeting Delphine’s social status.

Hearing this, Delphine’s face turned pale with anger. Her voice was icy as she retorted, "Miss Wade, are you suggesting that wealth and power are the sole asures of morality?

I may not co from a wealthy family, but I understand the principles of independence and self-reliance. Unlike you, Miss Wade, who flaunts her father’s money arrogantly while slandering others."

Yvonne Wade was so angered by her sharp words that her face turned green. She pitifully looked toward Ignatius Leclair with a delicate and aggrieved expression.

Delphine let out a cold laugh and instinctively grabbed hold of Ignatius Leclair’s cufflink.

Ignatius Leclair’s brow twitched slightly. Though he pretended not to notice her small gesture, the corners of his mouth lifted subtly as he glanced over at Maximilian, who had already returned.

From the mont Yvonne Wade’s hostility beca apparent, he had sent Maximilian to retrieve sothing.

Maximilian approached carrying a black embroidered box, his grin wide enough to split his face. Inwardly, he was ready to kneel and thank the illustrious Miss Wade. If not for Yvonne’s little stunt, who knows how long Ignatius and Delphine would’ve remained in their cold war? It had been torture for those working around them, living with hearts ablaze yet crushed into fragnts of icy despair.

Miss Wade, truly their savior.

Ignatius Leclair cast an indifferent look at Yvonne Wade and remarked, "So what you an is that soone from the Leclair Family lacks money?"

The man’s voice was icy, tinged with danger.

Yvonne Wade instinctively shook her head.

Ignatius Leclair couldn’t be bothered to further engage with her. Opening the embroidered box, he lifted out a dazzling necklace and commanded in his deep voice, "Lower your head."

Delphine froze for a mont.

The man’s handso face was expressionless as he stepped behind her and placed the necklace around her neck.

The crowd collectively gasped, as if frozen in place.

"Oh my God, such a pure and hauntingly deep blue diamond! A carat this size has only ever been seen at last year’s London auction," soone exclaid, recognizing the gemstone in the necklace.

"At last year’s London auction, it was rumored that the centerpiece was a blue diamond sourced from the sa crown jewels as Louis XIV of France. It was eventually purchased by a mysterious buyer. Is this that sa diamond in front of us?"

"If it’s truly sourced from the sa origin as the Hope Diamond, its value is utterly incalculable."

"Leclair truly spares no expense. Absolutely extravagant."

The history and legends behind any priceless gemstone are often cloaked in layers of stories, truth and fiction blending indistinguishably.

Delphine lowered her head to glance at the necklace she was wearing, her fingers instinctively reaching up to take it off as she listened to the murmurs around her.

The man pressed her hand down firmly, gripping it tightly. His gaze shifted coldly to Yvonne Wade as he sneered, "Miss Wade, you certainly made quite the spectacle today. Fortunately for you, the Leclair Family values discretion, so this matter will end here."

Yvonne Wade’s face turned various shades of blue and white. Her ruby necklace, still inside Delphine Carter’s handbag, represented a loss in the millions. But even if she were given ten lifetis of courage, she wouldn’t dare to challenge Ignatius Leclair.

Yvonne Wade clutched at her chest, nearly coughing up blood in agitation.