the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 40 Delphine Carter, like an abandoned little stray d

Ignatius Leclair was already in a foul mood, and the chatter of these won only deepened the curve of his lips. He sneered coldly and said indifferently, "Butler, see them out. From now on, these won are forbidden from coming to the Leclair residence."

The old butler, who had been waiting by the side, swiftly stepped forward with a pleasant smile and escorted the won out.

Mrs. Carter’s face turned a dark shade of green, and the other ladies, deeply embarrassed, exclaid, "What’s wrong with you young people these days? Don’t you understand respect for elders and care for the young?"

Ignatius Leclair’s close assistant let out a quiet sigh, took a step forward, and kindly reminded them, "Ladies, if you leave the premises within three seconds, Mr. Leclair won’t hold you accountable for trespassing. Otherwise, in three days, legal notices will be delivered to your hos."

The won were dumbfounded upon hearing this, scared out of their wits, and left trembling, supporting each other as they exited the mansion.

Leclair... Mr. Leclair? If they weren’t inside the Leclair residence, these won might have collapsed on the ground in terror, crying aloud.

Maximilian threw them out of the mansion and returned to report, "Mr. Leclair, I dealt with two of their hands." This master-level bodyguard and assistant, always silent and observant, knew well that landing in his own hands only cost them their hands; falling into Mr. Leclair’s grip could an their complete ruin.

Ignatius Leclair let out a cold laugh and spoke slowly, "Handle the follow-up with Maximilian."

Maximilian exchanged a glance with the assistant, both sensing sothing amiss. They discreetly looked at the fifth Miss standing beside Mr. Leclair. It seed this wasn’t enough; Mr. Leclair intended to strike brutally.

Mrs. Carter couldn’t care less about appearances at this point. Having painstakingly found soone suitable, only to end up in Ignatius Leclair’s hands, she furiously called out, "Delphine, co here."

Delphine raised her gaze and glanced at the standoff in the side hall. On one side was her estranged mother, bound only by thin blood ties; on the other, a cold-hearted man she’d loved in her youth. She sneered coldly and said indifferently, "Auntie, please tell Uncle Leclair that I have no intention of marrying."

Mrs. Carter, visibly furious, snapped, "How can you be so foolish? Getting married is far better than being lonely and miserable by yourself."

Delphine remained silent.

Ignatius Leclair narrowed his eyes and smirked faintly.

The butler and the two assistants both looked up at the sky. While the words weren’t wrong, what mattered was the kind of man she would marry. That abominable figure from earlier – truly an eyesore.

Mrs. Carter herself knew that man was quite old. Seeing Delphine unwilling, she sighed, "Your aunt will find soone else for you. But don’t even think about that Yeager boy anymore. He can barely protect himself in the Yeager Family, let alone contend with Bessie Leclair’s affections for him."

The mont she said this, the atmosphere in the side hall drastically changed.

Delphine’s heart raced wildly, afraid to look at Ignatius Leclair’s expression. She shot back coldly and swiftly, "Auntie, what nonsense are you talking about? I have work to do back at the film crew, so I’ll be off now."

The man Bessie Leclair liked was widely known throughout Nanyang – Jocelyn Yeager, the third young master of the Yeager Family. Watching Delphine run out of the Leclair residence in her slippers, Ignatius Leclair sneered. Over the years, Mrs. Carter’s acting skills hadn’t diminished one bit. Even her own daughter could be used as a pawn. If Delphine Carter continued to be so foolish, she’d soon find nothing left but her own shattered bones.

Ignatius Leclair headed upstairs, followed closely by his two assistants carrying docunts.

Mrs. Carter, seeing everyone leave, felt as though the matchmaking had beco a complete farce. Her face turned dark with rage. Her ti in the Leclair residence had been brief, and with limited ans, how could she possibly compete with Ignatius Leclair? Swallowing her pride over the years, even her only daughter was uncooperative. Life truly had been unbearable.

Delphine fled the Leclair residence, only to realize she was still wearing slippers and hadn’t brought anything with her—not even her phone. She walked to a nearby newsstand to call Jason.

Half an hour later, Jason drove in circles looking for the luxurious residential area in Nanyang. When he finally saw Delphine Carter crouched by the newsstand like an abandoned puppy, he furiously honked the horn nonstop.

He must have truly been blind – how could he have thought Delphine Carter would beco a star across Nanyang and even break into the international scene?