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Chapter 117: No Wonder Delphine Carter is So Obsessed and Clings to Life and Death

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: No Wonder Delphine Carter is So Obsessed and Clings to Life and Death

The crowd, originally scattered in small cliques and engaged in lively conversations, was now drawn in by the commotion and gathered around.

Delphine stood beneath the towering landscape tree, being stared at by so many people for the first time. Her small face appeared even paler under the lights, almost translucent.

"I didn’t take your necklace," she said coldly. "Miss Yvonne’s necklace is missing. Shouldn’t someone first be sent to search for it? It might just be found somewhere."

The crowd nodded in agreement—it did seem unreasonable to outright accuse someone of theft without searching first.

Yvonne, cornered by her response, looked visibly displeased but quickly covered it up with a tone of grievance. "Miss Carter is right. However, earlier it was only Miss Carter who bumped into me. Before the necklace is found, I’ll have to ask Miss Carter not to leave."

Yvonne immediately sent someone to look for the necklace.

Delphine’s palms were damp with sweat. She had brought a hastily purchased clutch to match her dress for tonight’s banquet. The clutch was small and didn’t hold much—but it did have a hidden pocket that could easily fit a necklace.

Delphine’s sharp gaze locked onto the young woman who had bumped into her earlier. She was the only one who had touched her clutch. But the woman was cunning; she’d already preemptively claimed that Delphine bumped into Yvonne. At this point, even if Delphine recounted the earlier sequence of events, nobody would believe her.

She hadn’t expected that she, Delphine Carter, would one day become someone else’s target—a thorn in their side, so much effort expended on framing her.

Delphine curled her lips into a cold smile.

While Yvonne’s people went off to search for the necklace, Griffith watched the unfolding drama with intrigued amusement. It was entertaining—he mused—how these women from the tropics had already managed to stir up such a spectacle before the real drama could even begin.

"Mr. Leclair, aren’t you going to take a look?" Griffith remarked, his faint smile tinged with mockery as he gazed at Ignatius Leclair. Truly, it was no wonder Delphine Carter was so obsessed with him.

Ignatius glanced briefly at Delphine, standing beneath the landscape tree. When she had left earlier in the day, she hadn’t even bothered to wear the gown he had prepared for her. He found that evening dress she wore utterly gaudy—perhaps he would tear it apart when she returned home tonight.

"Does Mr. Squire enjoy mingling with women?" Ignatius curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Griffith’s true purpose for coming to the tropics was unknown, which was also the reason Ignatius had attended the banquet tonight.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have such an interest. But ’Little Darling’ is still mine, after all—I can’t let someone else bully her." Griffith raised his glass in a provocative toast.

Ignatius acted as though he hadn’t heard, his gaze deepening as his lips remained sealed. He had a hundred ways to ensure Delphine Carter and Griffith’s so-called "Little Darling" had nothing to do with each other.

A battle between women was also a battle of power. Arguing was pointless.

The two men appeared to be having an amicable conversation, but underneath, it was laced with sharp undercurrents. The gathered crowd marveled—this was the first time anyone had managed to hold such a lengthy conversation with Ignatius Leclair. For a brief moment, their attention shifted to Griffith with increased fervor.

Both men smirked coldly—what a bunch of imbeciles.

Yvonne’s people soon returned empty-handed from the search for the necklace.

Seeing that no one had stepped forward to speak on Delphine Carter’s behalf—and noting that the Squire Family’s Miss, who had accompanied her earlier, was absent for unknown reasons—Yvonne’s heart surged with delight, though she concealed it behind a pitiful demeanor. "Miss Carter, I don’t know what I might have done to offend you, for you to make such a joke. That necklace is a South African Red Diamond, one of a kind and deeply meaningful to me. Please return it to me."

"Yvonne, why waste so many words on her? Just search her," the woman who had earlier bumped into Delphine chimed in opportunistically.

"She’s clearly a thief," someone else added.

The crowd erupted in chatter.

Delphine’s gaze landed on the maliciously smiling Yvonne and the smirking Bessie Leclair in the distance. She knew the search was inevitable. Her cold eyes dropped as she inwardly confirmed her suspicion: Yvonne’s red diamond was inside her clutch. Once the search proceeded, it would practically confirm her as a thief.

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