the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 125 What Will Happen to Us in the Future?

"Brilliant, truly brilliant." The host, who had been watching the show for quite a while, finally clapped lazily with a wicked smile and said, "Tonight, the spotlight has been entirely stolen by you two siblings."

This evening, with its twists and turns, so many chaotic events had unraveled that Griffith Squire’s banquet was completely ruined.

The heirs of these powerful families had originally co tonight to get a sense of the Squire Family’s strength, but upon seeing both the Leclair father and son present, and witnessing the bad blood between the Wade Family and the Leclair Family, coupled with Griffith Squire’s imposing deanor, they were now fully convinced of his formidable background. None of them dared linger to watch the drama any longer, leaving with their heads full of gossip and speculation, rising one after another to bid farewell.

Griffith Squire didn’t try to stop them, rely instructing soone to see them out to the gate.

Soon enough, the place was emptied of onlookers.

Stone Leclair, seeing his entire plan fall apart, flicked his sleeves angrily and stord off without sparing a glance at the Wade siblings.

Delphine, drenched in cold sweat, shivered slightly in the night breeze.

Ignatius Leclair noticed, his brows knitting into a frown as he removed his coat, wrapping her completely in it. He asked softly, "Can you hold on?"

The man was standing so close, his deep, icy eyes like bottomless pools, reflecting her image.

Delphine nodded slightly and whispered, "I’d like to go back now."

Ignatius Leclair nodded as well, unbothered by the gaze of others, firmly holding her hand and leading her back to the Leclair Residence, leaving behind a ss and countless envious eyes.

Wrapped in his coat, she could still feel the lingering warmth of the man’s body on it, along with the faint, crisp scent of his aftershave, cold like a mountain spring.

From the collision earlier to the theft, and finally to the scandal from five years ago, she had initially thought it was no more than petty scheming between won. But Stone Leclair’s appearance made her horrified to realize that he had already discovered her relationship with Ignatius Leclair and had set a trap using that knowledge.

Delphine walked forward with uneven steps, as if treading on clouds.

Noticing her unsteady gait, Ignatius Leclair’s face darkened. He scooped her up in his arms and strode out of Squire Manor without hesitation.

Maximilian drove the car around quickly, opening the door at lightning speed to shield them from prying eyes.

"To the Leclair Residence," Ignatius ordered in a low voice. As he spoke, his hand gently touched her pale face. She looked like a startled fawn, silent, with unease etched onto her delicate features.

"Your father already knows about our relationship," Delphine said mockingly, lowering her eyes. Her voice carried a faint chill.

"Yes." Ignatius Leclair responded in a deep tone. He had already made it clear the day Stone Leclair hit her.

Delphine’s shoulders trembled slightly, her head drooping even lower as a suffocating fear flooded her heart. She clenched her fingertips tightly, raising her head to glance at Ignatius Leclair. His face, sharp and handso like it was carved by a blade, radiated an unattainable air of nobility—cold, detached, and indifferent, the quintessential heir of a prestigious family.

"What will beco of us?" she murmured, her smile tinged with sarcasm and bitterness. It was the smile of soone standing at the edge of a precipice with no way out, staring into the bottomless abyss below, knowing full well the fall would shatter them to pieces, yet unable to step back.

Ignatius Leclair cupped her face in his hands, lowered his head, and kissed her bloodless, pale lips. Harsh and unyielding, he said cruelly, "All you need to do is follow ."

His kiss was as dominating and fierce as always. Delphine clung to his arms with both hands, closed her eyes, and gave up struggling. She could no longer recall who had first harbored feelings in this entanglent.

The car headed straight for the Leclair Residence. Delphine remained in a low-spirited mood throughout the journey. By the ti they arrived, the weather had taken a sudden shift. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder, and a torrential rain began to pour. The forecast revealed that a typhoon was making landfall along the southern coastline.