the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 92: Seemingly Easy-Going, But Actually Cold-Hearted

In the show, Natalia and Charles Taylor were originally paired as lovers, but by the end of the series, Delphine’s face unexpectedly appeared on screen. The internet exploded with discussions, and rumors swirled. Deep down, Jason’s favorite had always been Green Pearl, the princess of Sanguo who tragically died by having her heart removed. anwhile, CP (couple pairing) fans were running wild, stirring up chaos. Not only were the fans restless, but even Natalia herself felt like she was being trampled on for soone else’s rise to fa.

The fans of the Actress rivaled Charles Taylor’s fans in combat power. First, they tore apart the CP fans, then attacked Delphine, and after finishing with her, the CP fans turned on each other. Absolute chaos.

The fan wars between three groups plus two sets of CP fans plunged everything into disarray. Yet, despite the madness, the box office for "Biluoluo" soared to new heights—a cause for celebration for everyone involved.

With this drama unfolding, the weakest link was Delphine, whose fan base was small and popularity low. However, Jason had already been viciously attacked to the point where he had lost his fighting spirit. anwhile, with "Biluoluo" thriving at the box office and Delphine’s social dia followers visibly increasing by the day, Natalia was overjoyed and started snatching up scripts and picking roles for Delphine.

There’s no way our little Delphine could have anything to do romantically with Charles Taylor. As for stepping on Natalia to climb the ladder? Hmph, not necessary at all.

Natalia didn’t bother to tell Delphine about this ss nor explained anything on social dia. She just let the fans play it out. Oddly enough, Charles Taylor’s camp didn’t do anything to stop the flas from spreading, which was rather intriguing.

Mr. Leclair clicked on the comnts with the most likes and scanned through the chaos in the comnt section. His displeasure was evident; the whole thing was a complete ss. Lifting his gaze to Maximilian, he spoke calmly, "Have Delphine Carter’s manager co to the Leclair Estate."

Maximilian’s eyes widened instantly — to the Leclair residence?

As Ignatius Leclair’s trusted aide, Maximilian had shadowed him for years and understood better than anyone what his employer was thinking.

Delphine’s position within the Leclair Family had always been delicate and unconventional. She had no blood ties to the Leclairs, yet she was still considered the little Leclair’s elder sister. Technically speaking, she was more like a sibling to Stone Leclair.

When Stone chose to keep her within the family estate, it was inevitable that their relationship would remain shrouded in secrecy. Prominent families like this place imnse importance on their reputation.

Yet events had clearly spiraled out of control, escalating at rocket speed.

Leaving aside the internal showdown between Stone and the family head, Mr. Leclair, where Stone openly stood up for Delphine, even locking Bessie Leclair away for four days and nights—these things were all kept within the family’s walls. After all, who would know what happens behind closed doors?

But now, Stone wasn’t just ddling in Delphine’s personal career but even stooping low enough to summon her manager to the Leclair Estate? This was unprecedented.

Maximilian froze for a few seconds before snapping out of it. Seeing Ignatius raise his brows slightly, he quickly responded, "Alright, I’ll get in touch."

Ignatius nodded, tossed aside his phone, and headed downstairs.

Bessie Leclair had been shut away for four days and nights. Though her als were taken care of, the confinent felt maddeningly like a prison sentence.

When Ignatius finally agreed to release her, Bessie collapsed on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.

Four days without a shower had left Bessie feeling utterly filthy. Her first move upon being freed was to soak herself in the bathroom for hours, followed by a marathon al. Only then did she erge cautiously. The mont she stepped out, she bumped into Beatrice Carter.

Ms. Carter had endured her own share of suffering in recent days. Luckily, Stone Leclair hadn’t had one of his fits often, and when he did, he would be absent for days afterward. Taking advantage of this, she stayed in her room recovering from her injuries. She had overheard that Bessie had returned and caused quite a commotion.

Ms. Carter was well-versed in the art of self-preservation, especially now that all the servants had been replaced with tight-lipped newcors. Naturally, no one told her about Delphine getting disciplined.

When Ms. Carter spotted Bessie, her heart skipped a beat. But surprisingly, Bessie looked even more rattled.

Bessie had rely argued with Delphine, leading to Delphine being punished by the elder Leclair. Her elder brother had then locked her away for four days and nights. Even the most thickheaded person knew now: you don’t ss with Delphine Carter — ever!

Still reeling from her traumatic experience, Bessie glanced at Ms. Carter, turned her head, and darted quickly downstairs.

At the foot of the stairs, Bessie looked up to see Ignatius Leclair standing in a side hall brewing coffee. Over the years, the man had grown increasingly composed and striking, exuding the poise and refinent typical of a noble heir. But Bessie knew better than anyone that behind his seemingly approachable deanor lurked a cold and detached heart. When Ignatius took action, he did so with ruthless efficiency.