the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 395: I’m Here Because We Can Discuss a Second Deal

Bessie’s wedding banquet was halfway through when Stone Leclair received several calls from various parties in the Imperial City. His face darkened imdiately. He hadn’t expected a seemingly insignificant rebellious scion from the Cloud Family to have connections with foreign dignitaries.

Stone Leclair lifted his gaze and glanced at his son, who was wearing a faint smile and whose phoenix-shaped eyes glead intensely. A chill swept through his heart as he realized that every move he’d made today had been scrutinized by this son of his.

Years of painstaking effort clawing his way upward, inching closer to the core of power in the Imperial City, had all but paid off—until he was reported for misconduct. How could he swallow such humiliation?

To him, Beatrice Carter was nothing more than a fleeting amusent in the past—a re plaything who happened to bear him a son. Giving her so semblance of respect was the most he had ever condescended to do. But if she obstructed his future, it beca an unforgivable cri. Once dead, what evidence could she use to accuse him of misconduct? As for that unfortunate Cloud scion, he was rely caught in collateral damage.

Now with pressure mounting from multiple nations and the Imperial City demanding he locate the Cloud scion imdiately, Stone Leclair’s face turned ashen, his gaze flickering with venomous malice. Letting the Cloud scion go would be akin to exonerating Beatrice. Things had already co this far—did Ignatius Leclair really think he could stop him?

As the banquet ended, the guests gradually began to disperse.

So young heirs and heiresses from prominent families headed to a hotel to stage mock bridal chamber antics. Bessie reserved the entirety of the presidential suites on the eighty-eighth floor, and soon lody Cloud sent her a ssage asking her to co to Room 8806.

Delphine lowered her gaze to stare at the ssage, remaining silent for a long ti. Then, she took the elevator up to the eighty-eighth floor.

The door to Room 8806 was slightly ajar. Delphine pushed it open and entered to find lody Cloud still wearing her bridesmaid gown, seated in the suite nursing a glass of red wine. Upon seeing her enter, lody raised her chin and sneered coldly with an air of arrogance. "I thought you’d be too much of a coward to show up."

"Since I’ve co, shouldn’t you now tell about my biological father?" Delphine spoke dispassionately.

lody stood up, her crimson nails trailing across the edge of Delphine’s newly changed gown. She snatched Delphine’s purse, quickly pulled out her phone, and sent a ssage before raising her eyebrows with a smile. "Rember, not a single word about tonight’s events. By tomorrow, I’ll naturally tell you about your father."

lody returned the purse, ran her gaze up and down Delphine’s figure, and sneered mockingly. "This suite is reserved for your rest. Rember to lock the door tightly. If anything happens, I’m not responsible."

With that, she swayed her slender waist and started to leave.

"I know you don’t have any information about my biological father."

lody froze in place.

Delphine lifted her gaze, her expression detached, and stared at lody’s beautiful face. She deliberately enunciated her words: "As far as acting goes, I have been nominated for Best Actress at the international film festival. Your little tricks don’t stand a chance in front of ."

lody’s face turned pale in an instant, and she gripped her purse tightly. Grinding her teeth, she said, "Then why did you co?"

"I ca because we can negotiate a second deal." Delphine glanced at the ti—it was past nine at night, still too early for the South Seas to fall into nightti. She cast a glance at lody before speaking again. "I never send ssages to Ignatius Leclair. The ssage you just sent will only make him think I’ve been coerced. That man is far more calculating than you imagine. All you want is to climb into his bed, to leverage the relationship between the two families for a forced marriage, all while masking it as sothing seamless and perfectly inconspicuous. I can teach you a trick—but my condition is this: whether you feign madness or act foolish, you must keep him by your side for three days, ensuring he doesn’t leave your side for a single mont."

lody stared at her in disbelief.

Delphine spoke with unhurried composure, "You have one minute to think about it."

"And doing this—what’s in it for you?" lody questioned hesitantly, her skepticism partially evident in her gritted tone.