the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 175: As Long as One is in Nanyang, Dig Three Feet an

Ignatius Leclair picked up the car keys, clasped Delphine’s wrist, and motioned for Maximilian to explain the details as he led Delphine out the door. Once they stepped out of the side hall, he wrapped his arm around her staggering figure, supporting her tightly.

In the side hall, Jocelyn Yeager watched Ignatius Leclair’s intimate movents, his gaze turning cold as he stared at Bessie Leclair with a sharp glint in his eyes. "Isaac has gone missing. Does this have anything to do with you?"

Bessie Leclair’s face stiffened, and she exclaid incredulously, "How could I possibly do sothing like that?"

When Jocelyn Yeager saw her refusing to answer, he stood up to leave.

Bessie Leclair grabbed his arm abruptly, her eyes reddened as she cried, "You can’t go! My uncle is currently discussing our engagent with your grandfather—you can’t leave now!"

The man pried her fingers off him and shook her away coldly and without rcy, heading straight out the door to follow Ignatius Leclair and Delphine.

Over the phone, Maximilian swiftly relayed the specifics.

"The young master went missing in the mall. We’re retrieving surveillance footage. At the mont, Ms. Carter seems rather irrational, and it’ll likely be impossible to get a clear account of what happened for now."

Beatrice Carter wasn’t just irrational—Delphine could hear her arguing loudly with the mall staff over the phone. Her eyes imdiately reddened, and she gripped Ignatius Leclair’s broad hand tightly.

Ignatius Leclair’s body tensed slightly as he looked down at the smaller hand clasped within his own. For a fleeting mont, he lost focus, but quickly regained his usual sharpness and composure and began giving instructions: "Pull up all the surveillance footage from the mall and neighboring areas to identify the culprit. Have Six start tracking the location and investigate the situation on-site."

Ignatius Leclair drove the car onto the main road. Seeing Delphine’s pale face, he murmured in a deep, comforting tone, "Don’t panic. As long as he’s in Nanyang, even if I have to dig three feet into the earth, I’ll find him."

Delphine’s eyes brimd with tears as she turned her face away, unable to suppress her anguish. "It was who insisted on picking him up from school. If he were still at school, this wouldn’t have happened."

"If you hadn’t taken him from the school, Stone Leclair could’ve easily used Isaac to manipulate all of you." Ignatius Leclair’s lips pressed into a thin line. Seeing a Cayenne tailing their car, his expression turned icy—so persistent, practically haunting.

"Mr. Leclair, the surveillance shows that the young master was taken by a man wearing black clothes, a hat, and a face mask. We’re currently tracking the route of his vehicle." Maximilian refrained from hanging up, knowing Ignatius Leclair didn’t want Delphine to worry. Monts after obtaining the information, he reported back promptly.

Delphine’s eyes glead with a mix of emotions as she looked at Ignatius Leclair, her expression carrying a faint plea.

The man reached out to touch her forehead. Noticing that her temperature was normal, he finally relaxed a little. Ever since her high fever one night, and Dr. Zheng’s warning about her weak constitution—that any shock or discomfort could easily trigger a fever—Ignatius Leclair had ford the habit of checking her temperature frequently.

Ignatius Leclair pulled up a map of the vicinity around the mall. Calm and collected, he directed Maximilian, "Have Dongzi restrain Beatrice Carter. The man’s identity can be extracted from her."

The Leclair Family had never publicly acknowledged the young master’s existence. Isaac was enrolled in a boarding school, making it improbable for regular individuals to know his identity—unless the person knew the family well.

The guests frequenting Leclair Manor were all prominent figures. In Nanyang, no one would dare target the Leclair Family without absolute confidence. Ignatius Leclair’s insights were almost devilish, and he had already deduced the identity of the person who took Isaac.

"Could it be soone Aunt Beatrice knows who took Isaac?" Delphine, who had been overwheld earlier, now cald down and asked in astonishnt.

Ignatius Leclair let out a cold, sharp laugh.