the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 160 She Vaguely Resists Such Intimacy

Delphine’s deanor had always been on the cooler side. When she saw the crew’s enthusiasm, especially when the male actor Bartholow, her previous co-star, rushed up to her, she froze for a mont before being pulled into a hug.

Feeling slightly awkward, she stiffened without moving, a subtle aversion to such closeness surfacing. Fortunately, Bartholow only hugged her briefly before letting go, gritting his teeth as he said, "I thought you’d gone missing! No news for days, and even your Weibo account was being handled by your agent."

"I haven’t been well recently and was resting; afterward, I got caught up in filming." Delphine explained with a gentle smile. Though far from ho, seeing these familiar faces felt genuinely heartwarming, especially since this trip was a celebratory occasion. Everyone’s mood was noticeably relaxed.

Theodore and the others had specifically co down to greet Delphine and her group. Seeing that the gathering in the hotel lobby was drawing so attention, he chuckled and suggested, "Let’s handle the check-in first, and you all can catch up later."

Luckily, Berlin had recently been overrun by celebrities from all over the world. The hotel they were staying in housed not only them but also prominent figures, including foreign political and cultural elites. In comparison, they weren’t particularly conspicuous.

"Director Hughes." Delphine stepped forward respectfully to greet him.

Theodore had experienced a complete turnaround in fortune. His new film hadn’t even been released yet but had already been selected for the Magnolia Film Festival. Whether or not he won an award, he had stepped ahead of countless dostic directors, centing his reputation and status.

Theodore looked at Delphine with subtle gratitude. Having suffered the highs and lows of life, he had gained a deeper perspective than most.

During the lowest point of his career, he found this talented young woman to play his lead actress. Funds were scarce, and he had offended influential figures within the industry. It was this young woman who extended her assistance. In many ways, Delphine Carter was pivotal to his current success.

For this refined, extraordinary yet humble young woman, Theodore had faintly guessed that her background might be far more formidable than he had imagined.

The hotel check-in was completed swiftly. Kyla and Jason had practically taken care of everything, leaving Delphine with nothing to worry about. After returning to her room, she took a shower and went to sleep early, preparing for the opening ceremony of the film festival the next day.

Seeing the young woman asleep, Kyla, suddenly uneasy, realized she hadn’t called anyone back ho. Calculating the ti difference, it seed to be late at night in her ho country. After hesitating for a bit, she decided to make a call to Ignatius.

When she brought the young woman to Berlin, that man didn’t appear particularly pleased. He had coldly instructed her to report the itinerary every day.

Unexpectedly, the call was picked up quickly. Ignatius’s voice, deep and laced with a chilling clarity, rang through.

"Delphine?"

Kyla swallowed nervously and answered in a timid tone, "Mr. Leclair, it’s Kyla. Delphine was exhausted from the flight and has already gone to sleep."

The man’s voice instantly dropped in temperature, responding faintly with just a single acknowledgnt.

Kyla proceeded to report the group’s movents after leaving the airport. Fortunately, Theodore had arrived early to assist, making their trip almost as smooth as back ho. Kyla selectively shared a few detailed matters, covering topics like travel plans and personal safety with ticulous care.

Ignatius nodded lightly and said in his usual detached manner, "I have a friend in the area. If you encounter anything you can’t resolve, contact him."

Kyla quickly jotted it down before hanging up.

In the deep, dense night of Southeast Asia, Mr. Leclair ended the call, but sleep evaded him. Rising, he walked to the balcony, his thin lips curving into a faintly mocking smile.

The man thought of years ago, when he first let this young woman into his thoughts. Every night, upon his return, he would see her feigning nonchalance, sipping water in the side room. The young woman would flee like a startled bird, then ekly whisper: "Goodnight, brother."

At the ti, he hadn’t thought much of it. Only now did he suddenly realize that it had been years since she’d said those four words.