the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 49 This is a signal from Ignatius Leclair to her

Kyla Zamora’s mind was in turmoil. The salary they offered when recruiting her was ridiculously high, and no one knew better than her how expensive the beachfront properties in this part of the Southern Isles were.

A forr Actress she managed once wanted to buy a plot in this area and build a villa, but was directly told: private property, not for sale.

The miles upon miles of coastline were all private properties—this wasn’t sothing money alone could buy. She hadn’t expected to end up at a private villa in the middle of the coastline and couldn’t help feeling a bit exhilarated.

"Starting a studio?" Delphine looked at the docunts and asked in a low, raspy voice. This contract wasn’t much different from the ones she’d signed before, except it didn’t contain any unreasonable clauses. Then again, Ignatius Leclair didn’t need a contract to dictate her life and death—he could make it happen by re will alone.

"The studio is established under Miss Delphine’s na and will only have Miss Delphine as its artist. All expenses will go through directly for approval," Maximilian said with a smile.

Truly extravagant. Delphine lowered her gaze, biting her lip lightly.

"We will take care of the studio’s mundane affairs. Miss Delphine will only need to focus on acting," Kyla Zamora added.

Delphine nodded and called her agent, Jason.

"I’ve terminated my contract with Glitterstar dia and started my own studio. Ms. Kyla Zamora is my assistant now. Are you interested in coming over to discuss jumping ship?"

"Holy crap, are you serious? When the hell did this happen? Why didn’t I know about this?" Jason instantly flipped out, his voice rising as he yelled, "Little Delphine, where are you? I’m coming over right now!"

When Jason arrived at Erald Lake, he gasped and froze, his face slack with utter shock.

Delphine Carter, the artist he had casually picked out from the street, this... this couldn’t be real!

Jason recalled how he used to yell at her, scold her, and drove her off all because of a deputy mayor’s wife. His face crumpled in despair—he was screwed this ti.

The plot alone, this villa, the layers of security checkpoints he’d passed along the way—this place was practically as fortified as a Military District base. Even in the Southern Isles, it didn’t take much imagination to figure out what kind of elite power must be behind all this.

Jason wasted no ti making a call to resign from his job and imdiately joined Delphine’s studio.

"There’s an audition for Theodore Hughes’ new movie tomorrow, lead female role. I’ll pick you up in the morning. Here’s your al plan and daily fitness regin," Kyla Zamora said with a professional smile, her demanding reputation as an iron lady of the industry coming through. "As an artist, you not only need to look good, but also maintain a good physique and stamina."

"Oh my goodness, Theodore Hughes’ film? The lead female role?" Jason’s eyes lit up; he nearly grabbed Delphine in excitent.

"Theodore Hughes’ movie?" She repeated softly, a faint sparkle flickering in her eyes.

Director Theodore Hughes had a unique presence in the film industry. Highly talented, he beca famous young, married, and had kids—he was a glowing symbol of success in life. However, later scandals of dostic abuse and divorce destroyed his reputation, leaving him in disgrace, nearly destitute.

Until entertainnt journalists revealed that his wife had been unfaithful first and that Theodore Hughes had offended the elite, leading to his downfall. His reputation beca a mix of praise and condemnation.

Theodore Hughes had stayed silent for years without making any movies.

"Little Delphine, we’re going to make it big. We’re going to blow up!" Jason winked at her with exaggerated excitent, more hyped than Delphine herself.

Delphine smiled faintly, lowering her gaze to mask the indifference in her eyes. Only now could she be certain—she had finally found her footing in the Southern Isles, if only temporarily.

It was a signal that Ignatius Leclair wouldn’t expel her from the Southern Isles as he had five years ago, at least not anyti soon.