the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 133: During those two years, Delphine was always wit

Bessie Leclair was aggressive and unrelenting. The atmosphere was montarily tense.

While Bessie was causing a commotion, even the cultural district manager had already been summoned by the Leclair entourage to stall her. At that mont, Delphine Carter stepped forward, walking directly up to Bessie.

The crowd was slightly startled, instinctively holding their breaths.

"The sumr when you were seventeen, your second cousin Nathan Leclair was sent to the United States by the patriarch. The second branch of the family has since resided in the U.S. for years. The reason? The twenty-year-old second son of the Leclair Family was accused of drug abuse."

Delphine, taller than Bessie, stood very close to her. Delphine lowered her gaze and her voice, speaking with a chillingly indifferent tone—each word piercing Bessie’s heart.

Bessie’s previously arrogant expression shifted drastically, as if she had seen a ghost, staring at Delphine with wide eyes.

How could she know about this incident? Bessie was engulfed in terror. Back then, in the Leclair lineage, the eldest brother had the most influence—not only favored by the patriarch but also backed by their maternal grandmother from the Howard Family. His position was untouchable.

The only one potentially competing with Bessie for favor was Nathan from the second branch. But it had only taken a minor sche: Nathan, reckless by nature, was frad for drug use, making the accusation believable.

The patriarch, furious, reprimanded the second family branch. Nathan’s parents then took him to the United States, and they had not returned for years.

If this matter were exposed, aside from the ensuing chaos, Nathan—wild as ever—might co back from the U.S. and settle scores with her directly.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Bessie, panicked, berated Delphine fiercely.

Delphine’s voice was so low that the onlookers couldn’t hear her words clearly, but they noticed Bessie’s expression change drastically, and the situation suddenly reversed.

"If you turn around and leave now, this will never reach a third person’s ears. If you insist on making a scene, I’m happy to face you head-on," Delphine said with a faint smile.

How could she have known about the matter back then? At the ti, Delphine was so insignificant she wished she could disappear in front of everyone in the Leclair Family.

Nevertheless, after Nathan went to the United States, she overheard Ignatius Leclair ntioning it, warning her to keep her distance from Bessie. What secret in the Leclair Family could possibly be hidden from Ignatius?

Today, she had rely taken a gamble in a mont of urgency, unexpectedly uncovering the truth about Bessie’s role.

Bessie’s expression grew even more grim, her eyes burning with fury as she grabbed Delphine’s neck with violent force.

A night of torrential rain had left Ignatius recalling fragnted mories of the past. Early the next morning, he arrived at the group headquarters to preside over a eting.

The entire corporation was on edge, trembling from top to bottom, desperately probing Maximilian for clues.

For years, Ignatius’s inner circle of confidants had scattered across the globe. Unless extrely urgent, Ignatius rarely visited the main office himself.

It was certain soone at headquarters had committed a grave mistake, and this visit was to enact punishnt.

Maximilian, after being pestered all morning, rolled his eyes hard. These people were overthinking everything. Who had the ti to care about them now? Lately, Ignatius’s thoughts had been entirely occupied with the fifth lady of the Leclair Family.

With Reginald Yeager lurking like a tiger, taking every chance to make his presence felt around her, and now a warlord working with Stone Leclair also joining the fray—whether to steal her or to seize control—the woman was on the verge of being taken away. Who the hell still cared about the trivial affairs of the office?

Ignatius was in a foul mood. Human mories were like an opened floodgate—once a crack appeared, past events surged uncontrollably into his mind.

Whenever he closed his eyes, snippets of his monts with Delphine surfaced. Those he had never paid much attention to had unknowingly rooted deep in his heart, now roaring back unexpectedly.

Maximilian knocked and entered cautiously, speaking in a low tone: "It’s Griffith Squire on the phone. He says it’s concerning Miss Delphine."

Ignatius’s eyes darkened as he picked up the line.

"Mr. Leclair, I hear you’re investigating Miss Delphine’s past?" Griffith opened with a sly chuckle. "There’s no need to investigate. During those two years, Delphine was with the whole ti."