the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 381: The Aristocratic Family’s Wedding Was More Luxu

Bessie Leclair’s wedding was held at the Southland Hotel, the highest landmark in Southland. The Leclair Family had reserved the entire 99th floor, offering a bird’s-eye view of the city from every angle.

Since the guests were all elite socialites of Southland, including prominent politicians and celebrities, onsite rules strictly forbade sharing on social dia or taking photographs.

When Delphine arrived at the Southland Hotel, dia reporters waiting outside imdiately spotted her.

"Oh my god, it’s Delphine! She’s been absent from the entertainnt sector for so long."

"Quick, take a picture."

"Delphine actually showed up at the wedding of the Leclair and Yeager Families. Isn’t it said that even Actress Ariel Taylor wasn’t invited?"

Recognized by the reporters, Delphine was montarily startled, but then she composed herself and gently smiled at the caras. Her studio team was still on holiday, and ever since the scandal months ago, she had essentially halted all professional activities. Now, caught attending the most influential wedding in Southland, she could only imagine the headlines she’d inspire.

"Miss Delphine, please follow ," Maximilian, who had been waiting at the hotel’s entrance, noticed the commotion and promptly led a group of three to five burly black-clad bodyguards over to clear the way.

Finding an escape from the reporters’ siege, Delphine stepped into the elevator and let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Maximilian smiled knowingly, "Leclair anticipated this and specially instructed to co down to receive you. Miss Delphine still holds a remarkable level of fa in the entertainnt sector."

Delphine pressed her lips together lightly and murmured a soft thank you.

The elevator quickly arrived at the 99th floor.

The entire 99th-floor banquet hall had been transford into a dreamy sea of flowers, far surpassing the extravagance of the engagent party held earlier.

Delphine scanned the area and saw that the reception area just outside the elevator was bursting with vibrant floral arrangents. Eighteen stunningly beautiful bridesmaids and groomsn greeted and entertained distinguished guests with glowing smiles. On either side of the reception area were makeup rooms and lounge spaces, and further inside lay the grand banquet hall—the heart of the wedding event.

The massive banquet hall hosted fifty tables for the wedding feast, surrounded on all sides by heavy floor-to-ceiling windows. It had rained lightly the previous night, and today’s weather was overcast, with mist swirling outside the glass, making the view resemble a scene from a fairy tale.

Although there were still two hours until the wedding banquet officially started, most of the guests had already arrived, gathering in groups and chatting. So sharp-eyed attendees noticed one of the Southland Crown Prince’s confidants personally ushering Delphine in and began whispering discreetly among themselves.

Delphine picked up a glass of champagne and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the sprawling city of Southland below.

She had never seen a family wedding as lavish as this before.

"Delphine, you’re here too?" Sylvester Cloud, surrounded by a group of giggling young won, spotted Delphine and acted as if he’d found a savior. Seizing the chance to break free, his charming and refined face showcased an expression of near-survival relief. "I was about to be devoured alive by those overly enthusiastic ladies."

Delphine curved her lips into a faint smile and replied with little enthusiasm, "Cloud, your charisma remains undiminished."

Sylvester Cloud, adept at reading the room, chuckled and said, "Even my uncle showed up! You wouldn’t believe it—he hasn’t worn a suit in years. He looked as though bugs were crawling all over him, fidgeting endlessly."

At the ntion of the bearded man in traditional robes, Delphine couldn’t help but recall his sharp, wise eyes that radiated a dependable, mountain-like warmth. Imagining the seafaring uncle in a formal suit brought a faint smile to her face as she softly asked, "Did he shave?"

Sylvester fell silent for a mont before suppressing his laughter, pointing toward the direction of Sylvester Cloud’s uncle. "My uncle was quite the stunning figure in his youth. Even now, he could enchant any number of won."

Following his gaze, Delphine spotted Sylvester’s bearded uncle donning a light gray checkered suit with fine stripes, his beard shaved cleanly to reveal a matured yet dashing face. If not for the eyes, which betrayed years of wisdom and wear, he could easily be mistaken for soone in his thirties.

Then, Delphine noticed the person standing beside him, and her expression imdiately shifted.