the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 159 She Should Grow Wildly Like This

Ignatius Leclair saw a radiant light in her striking black-and-white eyes, a glow he had never encountered before. It made her delicate little face even more enchanting. An inexplicable thought flickered through his mind.

This is how she was ant to be—free to grow, living her most beautiful self, not shackled by her origins or those shadowy pasts.

Ignatius restrained his impulse to kiss her. After a long pause, he spoke in his deep voice, "Mm, go ahead."

Delphine saw him relent, her large eyes curved in delight. She straightened up and buried herself in reading the script.

The man seed frozen, as if struck by a spell, his body slightly stiff. Just now, had she smiled at him?

For reasons unknown, the corners of Ignatius’s lips subtly lifted, diluting the cold expression in his eyes. He glanced at East, who stood outside like a motionless pillar, and said faintly, "Head back to Leclair Manor."

"Ah, right away, Mr. Leclair!" East responded loudly, beaming as he jumped into Ignatius’s car and drove off towards Leclair Manor.

Five days later, mories of Clear Rivers wrapped up filming. Delphine didn’t even attend the completion banquet, rushing ho to pack her luggage for the trip to Berlin.

On this Berlin trip, Kyla Zamora, Jason, a newly hired photographer, and a stylist accompanied her.

Jason had already announced the itinerary on Weibo earlier, and fans secretly plotted to threaten him: if he didn’t share their idol’s red carpet look, they’d send him rotten eggs every day.

Jason was ntally collapsing. Why were other managers worshipped like parents by their fans, but he only received rotten eggs?

It wasn’t fair.

The group took a late-night flight, arriving in Berlin early the following afternoon.

As soon as they exited the arrivals hall, they saw nurous reporters snapping pictures of fad celebrities and renowned directors from various countries coming to attend the film festival in Berlin.

"Oh my gosh, this is terrifying. Paparazzi are camping out this early! Thank goodness our Delphine dressed gorgeously today," Jason exclaid in his flamboyant manner, waving his orchid-shaped fingers while the others rolled their eyes.

"By the way, Delphine, where did you get that dress? I’ve been acknowledged as an expert in the fashion world, and I’ve never seen a design like this," he added.

Delphine’s airport look was a refreshing, sleek bob paired with a simple yet elegant white lace dress that revealed the sexy curve of her lower back. Jason had scrutinized the dress for hours but still couldn’t figure out which designer it belonged to.

Kyla smiled mysteriously and didn’t reveal anything. "Take a guess." This dress was her prize from shalessly visiting Leclair Manor. Though Delphine’s personal outfits were usually minimalist and tasteful, they weren’t suitable for occasions like these. Everything she was wearing now was custom-made, one of a kind globally. The mastermind behind this wardrobe, however, even Kyla didn’t know.

"I don’t know either. It was bought by soone back at ho," Delphine casually brushed off the question. Berlin—she’d never been here before.

Germanic Land was famously stringent, and even during her years of smuggling, she had avoided passing through.

Thinking back to those old days, Delphine lowered her gaze and sighed softly. Back then, it was as if she’d been under so spell, indulging in such absurdity. The only gain was that walking so many paths had made her less easily startled by anything now.

After passing through security, a few reporters noticed this group of Easterners. Spotting the young woman in the center whose features were flawless and exuded a mysterious Eastern charm, they imdiately began snapping photos of her.

Delphine’s team photographer also took so street-style shots of her at the airport. After that, the group hurried to find their pickup and headed to the hotel.

Theodore Hughes and the main creative team had arrived in Berlin a day earlier and were now downstairs, ready to greet them.

When Delphine’s group arrived, excitent broke out among everyone, and Bartholow even rushed up to give her a bear hug.

After wrapping up filming, Delphine had practically vanished from the industry. Even Director Hughes could only contact her through Kyla, let alone Bartholow.

In this industry, the most enigmatic actress was none other than Delphine Carter.