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Chapter 11 Hurry up and pack your things, run away.

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 Hurry up and pack your things, run away.

Delphine asked unhurriedly, "What does your husband do?"

Politics, business, military—no matter the field, every path has its own unwritten rules.

"Her husband is the Deputy Mayor."

"Deputy Mayor’s wife showing up at the police station for catching him cheating—God knows how many times that’s happened. Nobody cares."

"Shh, their family has some powerful backers."

The onlookers seemed to recognize the identity of this wealthy lady, which was why no one dared step forward.

Delphine lit a cigarette, her expression indifferent as she held it lazily between her fingers. Perhaps her calm demeanor intimidated the group of women, as they didn’t come any closer. Instead, they focused on pinching and clawing at the young model ruthlessly.

Deputy Mayor? The Leclair Family patriarch is a major figure in the Military District, with deep ties to several generations of Imperial City’s marshals.

Then there are his sons—Stone Leclair, the eldest, went into politics and now dominates Southern Seas as its most powerful official, a real king in his own right.

The eldest grandson, Ignatius Leclair, resided in the United Kingdom for years. After earning two master’s degrees, he returned to Southern Seas, avoiding his father’s political career path to build a business empire that even Stone Leclair doesn’t dare underestimate.

It’s said that when Ignatius Leclair stomps his foot, the Eastern business world quakes three times over.

Delphine didn’t know much about Southern Seas’ political scene, but a mere Deputy Mayor, always out with mistresses and women, while his wife publicly fights back by attacking those mistresses—such petty dramas are far too minor for the big players to even notice.

She let out a cold scoff and said to the young model being beaten up, "Stop crying. The Imperial City special inspectors are coming down for a tour these days. If you get beaten to death, the Deputy Mayor’s wife and even the Deputy Mayor himself might end up in the slammer with you. At least you’d die with some dignity."

Her voice was cold, her expression equally detached. These words made the wealthy lady visibly guilty as she grabbed Delphine and shouted, "What the hell are you talking about?"

When the woman grabbed her, Delphine felt a jolt of pain in her arm. She frowned slightly; Ignatius Leclair’s rough handling from the night before still left her body aching all over. Yet, she had little patience for this Deputy Mayor’s wife.

"You can call and check. These days, even the nightlife in Southern Seas has gone quiet, with private clubs shutting their doors. Your husband can’t go to nightclubs to pick up women, and now he’s onto this young model. Look at you—you’re practically handing your husband over to the authorities on a silver platter."

Without lifting her gaze, she let out a sardonic laugh. "Once this video gets uploaded online, your days as the Deputy Mayor’s wife will be over."

The few days since Delphine returned to the Leclair Estate, she hadn’t seen Stone Leclair once. Her mother had vaguely mentioned that he was busy hosting the special inspectors from Imperial City. Even at the Southern Seas charity gala two nights ago, Ignatius Leclair stayed low-profile at home, avoiding any public appearances.

Such classified matters were obviously outside the knowledge of this Deputy Mayor’s wife.

"Big sis, should we call your husband and ask him?" One of the other women, seeing that several videos of the incident had been filmed and noting Delphine’s calm demeanor, began to believe what she said.

"The cops are here. Their cars are downstairs," someone suddenly shouted.

The Deputy Mayor’s wife was reminded of her husband’s unusual behavior recently. Sensing something amiss in this unusual situation, she realized the severity of it. The young "fox spirit" could be dealt with later. She seized the opportunity to relent, coughed a few times, and spat out viciously, "I’ll let you go this time. If I see you again, I’ll skin you alive."

With that, she and her entourage strutted off proudly.

The young model had been stripped of her clothing, curling up on the ground and crying inconsolably. Delphine slipped off her jacket, draped it over the girl, and stood up, ready to leave.

A sudden tug on the coat stopped her. The young model, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, grabbed onto the jacket instinctively.

Delphine pulled her jacket back, looked at the others silently as they helped the young model up, then turned and walked into Jason’s office.

Jason wasn’t at the company. Leaning back on the couch, she drifted off to a drowsy nap, uncertain how much time had passed, until someone woke her up.

"Delphine Carter, are you fucking sleeping in here? Pack your things and get ready to run!" Her agent, sporting a ponytail and dressed in baggy pants, was livid when she saw Delphine stirring awake.

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