the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 446 The Man is Taking a Shower

Maximilian ca specifically for Desmond Wood, reporting in a low voice: "The investigation revealed that this person has a dual identity—one public, one private. His public identity is the one presented during the court hearing. Privately, he’s known as Desmond Wood, and his earliest appearances trace back to the Brocade City area. He possesses deep insider knowledge of the Cloud Family’s affairs, even knowing the contents of the forr Cloud Family Head’s will. He’s very likely associated with one of those reclusive families."

"Wood?" The man’s head felt heavy, his nasal tone pronounced. For so reason, he was reminded of Delphine’s mother, Rosy Wood, who also bore the surna Wood. If he was indeed from a reclusive family, this could be troubleso. Such families are known for their rigid adherence to ancestral traditions, guarding their heritage with a lifestyle akin to strict codes and rules.

Most of these reclusive families have been lost to the tides of history, with only an extrely rare few surviving. These families often have their own unusual thods, and unless absolutely necessary, Ignatius Leclair preferred not to interact with such people.

"Start by investigating in the Brocade City area."

Maximilian continued: "Since the court hearing, Desmond Wood hasn’t left but has been staying at the hotel with Miss Delphine and Cloud Jaye. Their relationship seems quite extraordinary. Miss Delphine’s biological mother has the surna Wood; I suspect Desmond Wood might be connected to her maternal lineage. Sixth Brother has already personally gone with his team to conduct inquiries in the Brocade City area."

"Hmm, keep an eye on the hotel security as well. At this critical juncture, if Cloud Tao and his wife were to make any foolish moves, it wouldn’t be surprising." The Cloud Family’s stocks were on the brink of collapse, and Ignatius Leclair had opportunistically acquired a considerable portion. The Cloud Family was now in a state of tumultuous chaos.

"Major General Richard Shaw has been in the South Seas since the eighth day of the month and hasn’t left yet. The current security in the South Seas is just like what’s described in the books—outstanding. There are no stolen goods, and people leave their doors unlocked at night. Even if the Cloud Family dared to stir up trouble, they wouldn’t have the courage to make waves during this period."

Ignatius Leclair nodded. Richard Shaw’s military strategies were regarded as ruthless and ironclad. With the Leclair Family now watching like a hawk and the Imperial City’s Major General stationed there, the Cloud Family was likely in tears at this point.

When Ignatius Leclair thought of Richard Shaw, he let out a cold snort. That old fox certainly knew his way around things. Encountering Leah Squire, who had lost her mory, he’d sohow deceived her and was now shalessly settled in her ho. Adding insult to injury, he had manipulated circumstances to lure Griffith Squire out of the South Seas and send him to Europe—ensuring he wouldn’t be returning anyti soon.

Such brazenly shaless tactics—how dare he? If word got out, the whole Imperial City would laugh themselves to death.

The man thought about how Richard Shaw was comfortably residing in Leah Squire’s household, while he was stuck alone in the Leclair Manor, sick with a cold and, on top of that, unable to see Delphine. His handso face instantly darkened.

"Is Cloud Jaye inventorying private assets?"

"He’s been inventorying for so ti now. They’re items that are difficult to liquidate or appraise."

Ignatius Leclair’s piercing phoenix-like eyes narrowed before he issued a low command: "Whatever Cloud Jaye sells, take it all."

It seed the breakthrough would have to co from Cloud Jaye.

The man’s mood was exceptionally foul. Rising to head to the hotel, he made a call to Richard Shaw.

Richard Shaw had been living in the garden-style villa for a week now. During the day, while Leah was out, he took care of urgent matters, spending the remaining ti blissfully playing the role of a homaker. What was initially an unoccupied villa was transford under his care, with the garden overflowing with various flowers. When idle, the man even took up woodworking, handling repairs and refurbishnts around the house as if he were a professional.

When Ignatius Leclair called, the night was already deep, and Richard Shaw was in the middle of bathing.