the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 838: Old-Fashioned Cell Phone—Does Madam Think It’s

Ignatius Leclair nodded, still pondering whether to let her continue making films. If he restricted her too much, Delphine would undoubtedly rebel severely, causing a fuss with him. If she continued filming, he would be displeased, with her leaving early and returning late, and interacting with so many young actors.

Mr. Leclair was not willing to admit it internally, but he was already feeling a midlife crisis. In his early thirties, despite daily workouts and having a better physique than younger n, his wife looked no different from when she was 18. Her features had developed, becoming even more exquisite and beautiful, making her a goddess in the public’s mind, leaving Mr. Leclair feeling so pressure.

"Let’s put off the movie stuff and talk about it later," Ignatius Leclair said blandly.

"After the movie stopped filming, Jocelyn Yeager couldn’t find Miss Delphine and had talked with the studio, roughly guessing so things, reportedly planning to do sothing,"

Ignatius Leclair sneered. Reginald Yeager wanted to make a move. Once Bessie Leclair returned, he’d provide him with ample manpower, resources, and financial support to see how big a move Reginald wanted to make.

"Why has Mr. Leclair allowed Jocelyn Yeager to go unchecked for so long?" Arthur White was sowhat puzzled; raising a tiger over the years would only make handling it more difficult in the end.

Ignatius Leclair retrieved essential oil from a box, a lotus fragrance. Although he disliked the sll of incense, this one was particularly calming and helped alleviate ntal fatigue and improve sleep quality. It was sothing Delphine would likely enjoy while bathing.

"Move these things inside," Ignatius Leclair said casually, pointing at the pile of items he had picked out while chatting.

As for Reginald Yeager, with such an unscrupulous adversary, Ignatius preferred slow tornt. This lifeti, Reginald cared most about power and status. Didn’t he crave reputation and position? Yet regarding the wronged ex-wife, in terms of public opinion, he wouldn’t stand any ground.

Ignatius wanted Reginald to perpetually live in remorse over Bessie, making sure he treaded carefully at his heights, watching the woman he adored never belonging to him.

He wanted to see him shattered in a devastating fall from grace.

Delphine sat in the living room’s hanging chair, flipping through an album, seeing Ignatius Leclair whispering for a long ti under the shaded wooden shed with Maximilian, she pouted, stood up, and cautiously made her way to the storeroom on the side.

The floors in this house were all premium wood, cold underfoot. She lacked the strength, and walking with shoes was out of the question. Most of the ti, Ignatius carried her, finding shoes a hassle, and just let her wear floor socks, which were comfortable and effortless for walking.

She had already inspected the first and second floors, indeed a sumr retreat, with the second floor having a bedroom, guest room, and a large bathroom, as well as a viewing platform. Nothing was usable, with only the storeroom left on the first floor.

These past days, she spent most of her ti sleeping. When awake, Ignatius watched her closely, leaving little ti for free activity. Seeing soone drawing his attention now, Delphine didn’t hesitate and headed straight for the storeroom.

The door wasn’t locked, and the storeroom’s window was open, probably because the servants noticed they’d moved in, airing the place out.

Inside were easels, paints, and handcrafted items, with only one storage cabinet. Delphine used all her strength to pull it open, revealing inside children’s wooden toys, an old-fashioned gaming console, and a mobile phone.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she reached out to grab the phone.

A man’s voice ca from behind, deep and seductive, "An old-fashioned phone, does the missus think it still works?"