the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 61: Dare to Compete with Him for a Woman?

On the way back, they took Ignatius Leclair’s private jet.

Delphine had lived in the Leclair estate for more than three years, so she understood well the profound heritage of this prestigious family. Only Sister Zhao was utterly stunned. Upon learning they would take Ignatius Leclair’s private jet to return, she was so flustered she didn’t know where to place her hands and feet. Once onboard, she didn’t dare move a muscle, let alone look at the handso and noble young heir seated up front.

Having spent years in the Entertainnt Sector, she understood far better than most the harshness and rigidity of social hierarchies. Toward soone like Ignatius Leclair, she felt an even deeper sense of awe and reverence.

Delphine boarded the plane intending to catch so sleep, but the man was seated right beside her. Even without saying a word, his presence exuded an aura of domination and oppressive superiority.

She couldn’t sleep at all, her nerves on edge. Luckily, the trip was short, and before long, they arrived in South Asia.

Back at Erald Lake, Martha had been waiting outside the villa for quite so ti. When she saw Delphine returning with Ignatius Leclair, her face imdiately lit up with a beaming smile. Rushing forward to take the luggage, she said cheerfully, "I’ve been waiting every day for you, Miss Delphine. You’ve finally co ho."

Delphine truly liked this kind and gentle woman. However, her deanor these past few years had grown reserved, and she didn’t outwardly display excessive affection.

"Brother, Brother, you’re finally ho!" A charming and handso young boy darted out, dashing straight into Ignatius Leclair’s arms.

The boy only reached Ignatius’s waist. Dressed in a red vest and dress pants, his bright black eyes glimred, and his smile revealed rows of pearly white teeth.

"The young master just arrived not too long ago." Martha’s smile was so wide her eyes had practically beco slits. When had the seaside villa ever been this lively before? Ever since Miss Delphine ca back, it seed like everything had changed.

Ignatius Leclair squinted, glancing down at the boy clinging stubbornly to his waist. His handso face betrayed no emotion as he said coldly, "Isaac, you’re already past the age for acting spoiled."

Isaac deflated instantly, like a balloon losing air, and reluctantly let go of his brother’s waist as disappointnt filled his young face. It seed his brother still didn’t like him all that much.

Isaac’s shiny black eyes darted around before they landed on Delphine. Raising his voice, he called out brightly, "Brother, is the pretty lady your girlfriend?"

Ignatius Leclair: "..."

Delphine’s heart tightened at the sight of the young boy, leaving her montarily at a loss. Her eyes subconsciously grew moist.

With just one glance, she recognized him imdiately—this was the little brother who used to tug on her clothes and follow her everywhere when they were kids.

When she’d left, Isaac had only been four years old. Five years had passed, and now he had grown so tall, like a little gentleman.

"Hello, pretty lady. My na is Isaac Leclair." The boy, shedding his earlier clinginess, straightened up and introduced himself with impeccable manners, resembling a small gentleman.

Delphine forced herself to put on a wide smile. Leaning down to et his gaze, she looked into his delicate, beautiful features and replied hoarsely, "Hello, little Isaac."

"You’re so pretty, Miss. If my brother isn’t your boyfriend, does that an I still have a chance?" Isaac asked earnestly, his bright eyes brimming with admiration. This pretty lady was far more stunning than any of the girls at school.

Delphine chuckled softly and reached out to gently pat his little head.

At this, Ignatius Leclair let out a cold snort, the corners of his lips curling into a faintly icy smirk. He grabbed Isaac without hesitation, ignoring his protests, and tossed him into the living room.

A runt barely reaching his waist dared to compete with him for a woman? Hah, better luck next life.