the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 280: If they can’t test Ignatius Leclair’s bottom li

"Today, she bullied . Now get out." She pushed him away, her jet-black, jade-like eyes narrowing as she slamd the door in his face, shoving him outside.

She was determined to stir things up with him, and not just with him—she wanted to drag Miss Cloud into the ss. Either he would deal with lody Cloud, or he could get lost. After all, he was the one who wanted to sleep with her.

"You." Ignatius Leclair had never seen her act so unreasonable before. His handso face darkened, and he squinted at her as he said, "Delphine Carter, aren’t you just relying on the fact that I spoil you? Don’t push your luck."

The mont those words left his mouth, his features grew even darker.

Indeed, ever since she returned to the South Seas, since he relentlessly cornered her until she ended up in his bed, it had always been him taking the initiative. On the rare occasions he ignored her, he either stepped in to deal with the Wade Family for her or, in a fit of exasperation, flew straight to the film set and took her there, leading to this current stalemate.

She curled her lips into a cold smile. "I’m the one who’s being excessive?"

In front of Ignatius Leclair, she slamd the door shut with a loud "bang." If he was sick, he should go get treated.

Ignatius’s expression darkened further as he leaned against the hallway wall. His deep, phoenix-shaped eyes squinted at the Middle Ages-style painting opposite him. She actually dared to shut him out.

The man let out a cold laugh. Did she really think he couldn’t deal with her? He’d make her cry and beg, submitting completely to his control.

Ignatius descended the stairs, his face an icy mask. Beatrice Carter was just returning from playing mahjong outside. Lately, her luck had been good—she’d won quite a bit of money and was in high spirits. But seeing Ignatius standing at the stairway with a sinister smile and a cold gleam in his eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to dodge him.

"Miss Carter, you seem to be in high spirits lately? Word has it that you’re about to join the Leclair Family. The old man is set to return to the South Seas soon. When he starts digging into the past, ha." The man let out an unhurried, icy laugh. Forget about marrying into the family—it would be impressive if she wasn’t beaten to death instead.

Beatrice’s face turned pale. All she ever thought about was marrying into a prestigious family. She hadn’t expected this looming disaster.

"What do you want?" Beatrice asked nervously, afraid he might dig up her skeletons. After all, there was still a daughter of her own in the Leclair mansion.

Ignatius curled his lips into a cold smile and left without saying a word.

Beatrice couldn’t stand his enigmatic deanor the most. It was as if he had a hundred ways to crush her like an ant. Anxious and unable to settle, she eventually climbed to the top floor and knocked on Delphine’s door.

"Delphine, co out. Your aunt has sothing to ask you."

Delphine had just gotten rid of Ignatius when she saw Miss Carter approaching. She opened the door and said coolly, "What brings you here?"

Miss Carter entered, sitting on the tatami bed. She cautiously asked, "Did you upset Ignatius Leclair?"

Seeing her overly careful expression, Delphine replied coldly, "We had a falling-out."

"You—what am I supposed to do with you? How could you quarrel with him?" Beatrice imdiately panicked, pinching her niece’s arm in a fit of frustration. "Did you not see the look on his face when he left just now? All he has to do is lift a finger, and he could crush us."

Delphine chuckled softly, her gaze downcast but unaffected. "If he wanted to deal with you, he would’ve done it already. At worst, you’ll just fail to marry in, which, honestly, would be a blessing for you."

"You don’t understand. I have too much dirt in his hands. Just think of it as your mother begging you. The old man is returning soon, and if these things co to light, neither of us will survive."

Beatrice, frantic to the point of trembling, clutched Delphine’s hands and pleaded. "He’s a man—just humor him a little, and nothing will happen."

Delphine’s expression turned icy. If she couldn’t figure out Ignatius Leclair’s limits, then it was only a matter of ti before they would et their demise.