the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 120: The Drama Kings Take Turns on Stage

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: The Drama Kings Take Turns on Stage

The spectators enjoyed the drama thoroughly, laughing and joking to shift the topic. Ignatius Leclair unveiling such a rare necklace was nothing short of a brutal slap to Yvonne Wade’s face.

The Wade Family’s young lady’s red diamond was well-known among them. Ever since Yvonne acquired the diamond, she wore it to all significant occasions, showing it off every time. But how could a mere red diamond compare to the legendary aura of this gemstone?

Rumor had it that Ignatius treated his stepmother and foster daughter poorly—was everyone blind, or did they think they were idiots?

"So, the purpose of your visit today was to show off in front of me?" Griffith Squire, who had remained silent until now, let out a faint laugh and spoke lazily, "In the Golden Triangle, there’s nothing lacking—gems and jade are everywhere."

"Today, I found myself getting along quite well with Miss Carter. Since Miss Wade claims you took her red diamond, I’ll gift you a red diamond as well. Next time someone dares to spit nonsense, just smash their face with the diamond." Griffith smirked wickedly.

The two men, one coldly handsome and the other devilishly charming, both extravagant in their wealth, had all their attention on Delphine Carter. Seeing the men she admired focused solely on Delphine, Yvonne Wade suddenly broke down and burst into tears, feeling wronged.

The incident with the necklace quietly dissolved. Delphine’s hand was tightly held by Ignatius Leclair, his palm drenched in sweat. Her entire body was tense, her mind blank.

For a fleeting moment, images of being criticized and ridiculed flashed through her mind, just like years ago.

Her face turned slightly pale as she struggled free from Ignatius Leclair’s grasp.

Ignatius’s deep eyes glanced at her and he murmured in a low tone, "Later, I’ll ask Maximilian to escort you back to Leclair Manor first."

She nodded casually and said coldly, "I’ll return the necklace to you once I’m back."

Ignatius’s long, narrow, and profound eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pressing together. If not for the crowd, he would’ve silenced this woman, preventing her from saying anything else to anger him.

As they were talking, a woman suddenly stepped forward and delivered a slap to Delphine’s face.

Caught off guard, Delphine was struck squarely. Ignatius Leclair had already grabbed the woman’s arm, flung her aside, and angrily ordered, "Take her out now."

Ignatius’s face darkened further as he looked at Delphine’s slapped right cheek.

The bodyguards stepped up to restrain the woman.

Delphine, momentarily stunned, saw that the one who hit her was a delicate and beautiful woman. Her first instinct was to suspect Ignatius caused this, but upon further thought, she realized no one knew about her relationship with him.

"Let me go, let me go!" The restrained woman screamed hysterically.

"What are you doing here?" Thiago Wade, the Wade Family’s eldest son, was descending from the second floor when he witnessed the scene. His expression shifted, and he rushed over.

The crowd was stunned by the scene unfolding before them. In this day and age, someone actually had the audacity to strike someone in front of Ignatius Leclair! Their gaze toward the woman shifted to one of sympathy. Then, seeing Thiago Wade stir things up as well, their interest peaked, ready to watch the unfolding drama.

Among the younger generation of South Asian elites, Ignatius Leclair stood as an emblematic figure, with his reserved demeanor. While the Yeager Family had fallen from grace, Thiago Wade was loud and pompous, flaunting his power and indulging in luxury, earning a degree of fame as the "Nation’s Young Master."

The young elites from South Asia’s distinguished families were nearly all present at this banquet.

Ignatius Leclair coldly glanced at Thiago Wade and asked icily, "Your woman?"

Seeing the unfathomable chill in Ignatius’s eyes, Thiago Wade faltered internally but forced himself to ask stiffly, "What exactly happened here?"

"Thiago Wade, quit pretending. I know all about your nonsense. Your beloved ’White Moonlight’ is actually this bitch, isn’t she?" The restrained woman cried out in rage, throwing out shocking accusations.

Ignatius Leclair’s expression shifted drastically at her words. A deeply unsettling suspicion crossed his mind as his gaze darted toward the second floor.

This evening, Griffith Squire had glanced twice at the second floor. Who was standing there all along?

A sharp gleam of cold light flashed through Ignatius’s eyes.