the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 185: Wait until he can’t leave you, then kick him aw

Stone Leclair rarely goes online in the middle of the night, but tonight he browsed so gossip news on the entertainnt pages and took a quick glance at Delphine’s social dia account. His face gradually darkened, and he said coldly, "Where’s Delphine’s agent?"

He rembered that afternoon there was still an agent in the courtyard carrying a cara.

Maximilian swallowed hard and said, "The official announcent is set to be released tomorrow morning, but the wording needs your approval first."

Dealing with situations like guessing the boss’s intentions and risking one’s neck was hardly enjoyable. Maximilian initially didn’t want to get involved but then thought about what would happen if things escalated. Those two cunning agents could easily shirk responsibility, but he, always trailing behind the Leclair heir, was dood to bear the brunt.

Maximilian handed over the draft announcent prepared by Kyla Zamora.

Ignatius Leclair skimd through it, his long fingers pressing onto the docunt. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he said, "Claiming to be family will inevitably lead people to dig into Delphine’s past and background. Change it to say it’s just a crazed male fan."

The assistant could barely hold back tears. With the commanding tone of your voice, could anyone genuinely believe you’re just a crazed male fan?

"Understood. About those internet trolls, should we handle them?" She’s so young and wildly popular, it’s hard to imagine how much jealousy and animosity she’s already attracted.

"Handle them," Ignatius said mildly. Initially, he thought Delphine’s acting career was just a small-scale hobby. But even a simple livestream could attract millions of viewers, forcing him to take it seriously.

The Leclair Estate is entangled in both political and business spheres, and his grandmother from the Howard Family has deep ties to the military. With such threefold connections, their presence alone was already a sensitive matter.

If Delphine continues mixing in the entertainnt sector, it’s fine as long as nothing happens. But if soone traces her identity, while the foundation of the Leclair Estate won’t be shaken, their underground relationship would face complications.

Ignatius Leclair’s long and deep phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling flash of cold light passing through them. The old patriarch was still unaware of his relationship with Delphine, Stone Leclair harbored ulterior motives, and Bessie Leclair had always been scheming, waiting to strike. Clearly, there were many pressing issues at hand.

Seeing how late it had gotten, Ignatius sent Maximilian away and headed upstairs.

In the bedroom, Delphine was huddled in one corner of the large bed. The mont Ignatius saw her sleeping soundly like a lazy pig, a cold sneer flickered across his heart. When Beatrice Carter got into trouble before, Delphine didn’t hesitate at all, imdiately helping Beatrice and Isaac Leclair out of the situation. Clearly, she viewed the Leclair Estate as a den of tiger wolves, always prepared to withdraw at any mont.

Without expression, the man climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms, a trace of dark malevolence flashing in his eyes. In his territory, she doesn’t co and go as she pleases.

By the ti the old butler cheerfully asked the next morning if they wanted to pick pogranates, Delphine’s face had already turned pale.

She made a call to Leah, and by the afternoon, Leah had arrived energetically.

After coming to Nanyan, Leah had been under Griffith Squire’s supervision, staying at the estate to recover her health. At last finding a chance, she had sneaked over as quickly as possible.

"You called here to pick pogranates, but why are you just lying here like this?" Leah, skilled and familiar, sought out the butler for a basket and tools to harvest the pogranates. After filling half the basket, she turned and saw Delphine lying listlessly in the sun. Tossing the tools aside, Leah leaned in close with her radiant face, poked Delphine on the forehead, and grinned mischievously. "Here I am, worrying every day that soone might bully you. That bastard Ignatius Leclair may have so bad intentions, but look at his appearance and figure—little Delphine, you’ve scored yourself a prize."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Delphine swatted away Leah’s pretty hand and struggled to sit up, scooting over to make room for her.

Knowing how reserved Delphine was, Leah’s ears flushed red as she leaned in to whisper slyly, "Didn’t that scumbag ditch you before? Now that he appears to care about you again, you should take advantage of the situation. Wait until he becos dependent on you—and then kick him aside. That way, you’ll have your revenge and settle the score."

Delphine perked up her ears to listen. Leah had always been the type to love passionately and hate fiercely, but this sche to deal with Ignatius Leclair would require careful and deliberate planning.

That man was cold-blooded and heartless to an extre.