the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 105: In the two years you were gone, Leah missed you very much

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: In the two years you were gone, Leah missed you very much

The atmosphere inside the Cloud Summit’s VIP suite was unsettling and enigmatic.

Griffith Squire raised an eyebrow, his devilishly handsome face showing a flicker of intrigue as he looked at the cold and aloof Crown Prince of the Leclair Family before him. In a casual yet intimate tone, he chuckled, "So, Delphine belongs to the Leclair Family? You never told me that before."

Though his narrowed phoenix eyes were fixed on Ignatius Leclair, his words were aimed at Delphine.

Ignatius Leclair’s entire body tensed slightly, his muscles taut with tension. His mind had already begun calculating the pros and cons, weighing each side in this razor-sharp confrontation, poised for the inevitable collision.

Delphine’s hands clenched tightly; she never expected to encounter Griffith Squire again after two years.

If Ignatius Leclair was ice, then Griffith Squire was fire—both equally perilous and deadly.

Delphine’s face turned astonishingly pale as she lowered her gaze and softly uttered, "Hello, Mr. Squire."

Her voice trembled slightly. Ignatius Leclair’s slanted phoenix eyes instantly narrowed in a dangerous gleam upon hearing her words.

Griffith Squire, his peach blossom eyes curved into an enchanting yet chilling smile, continued, "During the two years you’ve been gone, Leah has missed you dearly."

Delphine’s lashes quivered faintly. Unable to resist, she finally asked, "Is Leah doing well?"

"You could ask her yourself," Griffith Squire said as he reached for an exquisite invitation atop the table. Walking over to Ignatius Leclair, he smiled and added, "Three days from now, there’s a small gathering at the Squire Manor in Southern City. I hope you, Mr. Leclair, will grace us with your presence. I came here specifically to deliver this invitation today."

Ignatius Leclair lowered his eyes to look at the invitation adorned with a black skull emblem. His lips curled into a cold sneer as he replied, "I’ll be there."

Rumor had it that Griffith Squire had a peculiar habit—whether it was killing or hosting banquets, he would always send out invitations beforehand, each marked with a skull symbol, the trademark of the Bloodthirsty Demon King.

"Enough! Whether it’s gathering or banquets, let me deal with my grandson’s matters first before discussing anything else. Griffith, you hit my grandson—do you think the Yeager Family and the Southern City are void of men?"

The old patriarch of the Yeager Family, who had been silently watching for some time, finally lost his patience. He resented the fact that his once-powerful Southern City reputation had been blatantly ignored by these young men—it was a sheer humiliation.

"I don’t care who you are or what your status is. On Southern City’s turf, you’ll abide by Southern City’s rules," the old man barked in a deep, commanding voice.

Griffith Squire finally lifted his gaze lazily, casting a fleeting glance at the white-haired elder and the sniveling coward cowering on his knees. With a mocking laugh, he replied, "Old man, you’ve got it all wrong. Your grandson messed around with women and decided to target one of mine. I merely had my men rough him up—it’s not like he’s missing an arm or a leg. What needs to be healed will be healed, and compensation can be arranged. Emeric Thompson, remember to settle the medical expenses."

Emeric Thompson responded respectfully, "Rest assured, not a single penny will be withheld."

The patriarch’s face turned livid with indignation, his beard visibly quivering. Deep down, he knew it was his grandson’s incompetence and debauchery that had caused this mess—a disgraceful affair where getting beaten and shamed was the deserved consequence.

Griffith Squire nodded knowingly, his tone as nonchalant as his demeanor. "From now on, I suggest the eldest son of the Yeager Family steers clear of me. I have a bad temper and a penchant for holding grudges. If one day I really break your arms and legs, healing might get rather inconvenient."

Leo Yeager, recalling the ruthlessness that coated Griffith Squire’s icy smirk as he ordered the beating, collapsed onto the ground, unable to sit upright.

The old Yeager patriarch had reached the limit of public humiliation. Seeing that Ignatius Leclair seemed prepared to openly fall out with Griffith Squire, and being unsure of Griffith’s hidden cards, he could only swallow his pride for now.

After all, his grandson’s obsession with women had started this mess; the fact that he managed to escape death under Griffith’s wrath was nothing short of fortuitous.

The old patriarch had no intention of turning the situation into a deeper vendetta over such an unworthy grandson. Furious, he barked, "Take the eldest young master to the hospital already!"

This time, there was no resistance; the path cleared effortlessly.

The old Yeager patriarch stormed out, dragging along the half-dead and petrified Leo Yeager.

With half the people gone in an instant, the room grew even heavier with tension.

"Mr. Leclair, see you in three days," Griffith Squire remarked, satisfied that his purpose had been achieved. Not staying any longer, he casually slid his hands into his pockets, gave Delphine a teasing wink, and left with his entourage.

Only after Griffith departed did Delphine release a deep sigh, her palms damp with sweat. But when her eyes lifted to meet Ignatius Leclair’s fathomless gaze, as dark and still as an ancient lagoon, her body immediately froze.

Seeing the situation, Little Six quickly gestured for the others to leave the room. The VIP suite was plunged into a deathly silence.