the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 442: May I ask, what is the relationship between Mr.

The mainstream dia scrambled to capture the scene as yet another convoy arrived—out stepped Reginald Yeager, the third son of the Yeager Family, who had disappeared from public view since his grand wedding on the eighth day of the lunar new year. As always, Reginald was accompanied by a team of elite lawyers.

Desmond Wood’s baby-faced smile had vanished.

The gathered reporters were shocked to realize that representatives from the four top South Asian elite families had all arrived—Miss Squire, the Crown Prince Ignatius Leclair, the newlywed Reginald Yeager, and the accuser from the Cloud Family. Not one was missing.

The crowd encountered one another outside, a stark contrast in allegiances, before quickly entering the courthouse.

This wasn’t the first ti Delphine Carter had stood in the defendant’s seat. The most recent instance had been in Vancouver, where her opponent was the vice president of the Chinese Descent Chamber of Comrce, an influential figure locally with considerable connections. She had cracked his skull and was threatened with death in prison.

She had no money to hire a lawyer back then, was detained for days, and was treated like livestock.

This ti, however, she had a defense attorney, family and friends by her side. Standing at the defendant’s seat, she offered a faint smile.

Spectators sat in the courtroom watching, their faces filled with odd expressions. It was rare to see a defendant so composed, even smiling, as they stood accused.

The trial began, and the plaintiff’s team of lawyers launched a series of accusations.

"On the night of February 18, at approximately 9 PM, the defendant entered my client’s hotel room, had a conflict with my client, drugged my client into unconsciousness, and left the room. Is that correct?"

"No."

"Lies. We found hallucinogens in the wine served at the hotel." The plaintiff’s team presented corroborating evidence.

"After leaving, the defendant instructed an intoxicated man to enter my client’s room with the intent of sexual assault. Is that correct?"

"No."

"More lies. We have text ssages as evidence, as well as hotel surveillance footage." The lawyers presented yet more evidence.

After one round of questioning, Delphine remained silent. The defendant’s table featured only a single sharp-looking yet baby-faced attorney, while the plaintiff’s table featured a full lineup of elite professionals.

Delphine was cornered, seemingly without recourse and nearing defeat.

Finally, it was the defense attorney’s turn to question.

"I request that my primary witness, Mr. Ignatius Leclair, take the stand." Desmond Wood offered an innocuous smile, adjusted his tie, and made the request to the court.

The courtroom erupted.

Ignatius Leclair, seated in the gallery with an icy expression, displayed no change in deanor. The man’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, concealing imasurable depths.

"Mr. Leclair is entitled to refuse." Desmond admitted he wasn’t certain whether the man’s intellect would cooperate on this particular day, given the lack of prior consultation.

The courtroom buzzed with whispers. Although Ignatius had been the key figure in the incident, given his status and position, it was widely considered impossible for him to appear in court as a witness. None had seriously entertained the notion of calling Ignatius Leclair to testify.

Yet, just as everyone assud the baby-faced lawyer was about to face rciless backlash—potentially even receiving a lawsuit notice—the South Asian Crown Prince rose from his seat. His tall, commanding figure, sharp facial features, and air of elegance drew all eyes as he walked with quiet determination to the witness stand.

The courtroom fell into absolute silence.

"Mr. Leclair, may I ask what your relationship is with my client, Miss Delphine Carter?" Desmond delivered his opening sharp-edged question.

The courtroom froze once more. This was none other than the scandalous love triangle that South Asia had been buzzing about—the very trigger for the recent alleged assault controversy.

Everyone held their breath.

Ignatius glanced briefly at the woman standing silently at the defendant’s seat. His deep, clear voice resounded: "We are in a romantic relationship."

The crowd: "!!!"