the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 389 Leah, Don’t Let Him See Your Face

Griffith Squire stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the lazy early spring sunlight drape over the lands of the South Seas.

"Boss, I can’t reach the Miss on her phone," his close aide reported anxiously.

Griffith nodded, walked to his desk, entered the password, scanned his fingerprint, completed verification, and accessed the satellite. He began a regional search for Leah’s location before issuing a directive.

Leah was sitting in the car, scrolling aimlessly through Weibo. Today was Bessie Leclair’s wedding. The headlines, Weibo, and all major dia outlets were buzzing about it. Reporters even sent in live updates from the scene. Despite the wedding being private, many prominent figures were caught on cara, including Delphine.

Leah couldn’t help but think how Delphine’s early years were fraught with hardship, and now she seed to be on a teoric rise. Just attending a wedding and getting snapped by paparazzi had spurred a wave of buzz. Everyone was speculating about her identity. ntion of her lead role in the competition film *Quiet River Recollections*, which had been nominated for Best Actress at an international film festival, as well as an upcoming pri-ti historical drama blockbuster, added fuel to the fire.

As soone who never participated in any events, refused endorsents, and was often rumored to be missing, Delphine’s soaring popularity and attention had always been a mystery in the Entertainnt Sector.

Leah chuckled as she read, feeling like a proud parent admiring their child finally coming into their own.

"Miss, we’ve been locked on. The boss just sent a secret directive," Leah’s bodyguard whispered quickly upon receiving the alert.

Leah’s gaze sharpened. In a cold tone, she asked, "What’s their identity?"

The bodyguard handed her the satellite phone.

Griffith was on the line. The man’s strikingly handso face was unusually serious, shedding his usual carefree and rakish deanor. He opened with a warning: "Don’t attend the Leclair Family wedding. They’re targeting you. Leave the South Seas imdiately and head to Macau."

Leah’s almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise. "That big of a threat?" she asked.

"They made a move at the end of last year, and now, with the Leclair Family wedding, any significant action could provoke retaliation from them. It’s best for you to steer clear. I’ll inform Delphine later," Griffith explained.

Leah didn’t overthink it and muttered with a hint of annoyance, "Alright, you’re acting like an old man."

Griffith paused briefly, his voice lowering to an almost imperceptible level. "Leah, don’t let him see your face."

Already losing patience, Leah hung up the phone and retrieved a spare set of tactical gear from the trunk.

The driver quickly raised the partition, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

Leah changed into her tactical suit, tossing the cumberso evening gown aside. She then tucked her elegantly styled, long wavy hair into a hat, put on her smart glasses, and grumbled through clenched teeth, "What a waste of an afternoon spent on this gorgeous hairstyle."

"Miss, South Seas Hotel is just ahead. The enemy should have set up their periter nearby," the bodyguard reported.

Leah nodded. Griffith’s office building was in this area. Since they were well-prepared, it made sense they’d have the place under surveillance. But Bessie Leclair’s wedding was also at South Seas Hotel. Who exactly would dare to provoke even the Leclair Family?

A trace of doubt flickered through Leah’s mind. She climbed into the front passenger seat, lowering her body as she spoke in a hushed tone, "Switch lanes cautiously. Don’t let them suspect we’re trying to flee."

With that, Leah’s almond eyes scanned her surroundings through her glasses, carefully analyzing every detail. Her focus eventually settled on a black modified SUV about ten ters behind them.

Damn, high chassis, reinforced tires, steel-plated body, and bulletproof glass—this vehicle could double as a tank.