the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 116: After Beating the Young, the Old One Comes, Trouble

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: After Beating the Young, the Old One Comes, Trouble

Delphine looked up, and the man’s extraordinarily handsome face came into view. Griffith Squire wore a dark red suit, his eyes glinting with a teasing smile, as he spoke in a deep, seductive voice: "With just a few low-class women, how come you didn’t fight back?"

Delphine paused for breath, stood up, cautiously put some distance between them, and responded flatly, "Hit the younger ones, and the older ones come, what a hassle."

Griffith Squire burst into laughter at her words. Indeed, it was true, these so-called aristocrats, each born with a silver spoon, you hit the younger ones, and a bunch of the older ones would come, exceedingly annoying.

A hint of amusement flickered in Griffith’s eyes as he saw her on guard, squinting, he lazily stood up, pocketed the lipstick and the notepad he picked up.

Delphine frowned slightly, saying nothing.

"Am I not as handsome as Ignatius Leclair? Or is my power and status not as good as his?"

"Mr. Squire is very good, very powerful." Delphine was taken aback, Griffith’s appearance was exceptionally outstanding, and speaking of power, he was feared in the circles, not someone unknown.

Griffith sighed, his tone rather aggrieved: "Then why are you willing to follow Ignatius Leclair and not me? Or is it that your mother and brother’s lives are in his hands, not mine?"

The aggrieved tone turned into cold displeasure by the end.

Delphine’s face changed color, recalling Griffith’s tactics, and she coldly said, "I have known him since childhood, our relationship is naturally incomparable to others."

Even though Ignatius Leclair was domineering and unreasonable, he had moral principles he adhered to. As for Griffith, who had long been in the gray area, no one could really fathom his character and moods. Comparing the two, she would rather deal with Ignatius Leclair.

Griffith gave a cold laugh, languidly said, "You are sticking to him wholeheartedly, little darling. I assume it’s because you don’t understand, Ignatius Leclair, is someone who knows how to weigh profit and loss the best, just watch."

After saying this, Griffith checked the time, stopped teasing her, and with his hands in his pockets, lazily headed towards the garden.

Delphine held onto her small bag, pondering Griffith’s words, tonight was likely to be eventful, yet their confrontation had nothing to do with her.

The world is indifferent, hearts are cold, and these high-ranking people are especially capricious and merciless. In the past, she mistakenly trusted a man, leading to years of wandering, and now she would never make such a mistake again.

Delphine followed behind Griffith into the garden.

The manor was as bright as day, with dark scents wafting through the air, amidst the fragrance of clothes and beautiful figures, wine glasses clinked. As she looked up, she saw Ignatius Leclair standing tall among the crowd. It had been days since she last saw him, and the man’s face was still stern and handsome, exuding a cold and noble aura, like a deity overlooking all.

Delphine felt a strangled sensation in her chest, a hint of dull pain. In her youthful folly, how could she ever have believed that such a man would fall in love with her?

She lowered her eyes and gave a self-deprecating smile, when suddenly a female voice cried out: "My necklace is missing."

A commotion erupted in the crowd, Yvonne Wade touched her bare collarbone, nearly on the verge of tears: "The red diamond necklace was a birthday gift from my father, worth millions."

In a flash, everyone’s attention was drawn.

"Yvonne, think carefully, where did you go just now?"

"Yes, I was just with you in the restroom, your necklace was still there."

A few women chattered away.

Yvonne tilted her head in thought, spoke with a sob: "Just now, I went to the restroom to freshen up, and only ran into Delphine. She bumped into me."

As soon as the words were out, Yvonne walked over, under the gaze of all, pleading: "Delphine, that necklace means a lot to me, please return it to me, I can trade other necklaces with you."

A few sentences, and the malice was clear.

"Yes, I saw her bump into Yvonne, the necklace was still there before, but it disappeared afterward."

"I heard she’s from a poor background, and that necklace is worth millions."

"I heard she doesn’t even have a place to live right now, always staying at the Leclair Family home."

Seeing the accusations all pointing at her, Delphine clenched her handbag, coldly laughed within, so this was the trap. She thought, how could Yvonne use such low-end tricks. But where was the necklace? Delphine recalled being bumped earlier, her face slightly changed.