the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 142 This punch is considered early interest collected

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 This punch is considered early interest collected

In Cloud Summit, Ignatius Leclair’s punch was fierce and swift. Griffith Squire reflexively dodged, but still took a hit on the corner of his mouth.

Griffith Squire wasn’t one to fear a fight. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves, Ignatius Leclair had already resumed his trademark cold and impassive demeanor. Elegantly stepping back from the fight, he said icily, "Has no one taught you not to touch what belongs to others?"

Griffith Squire stretched his creaking joints, suppressing the bloodlust surging within him. With a cold smirk, he retorted, "Nice moves, Mr. Leclair. I’ve heard you trained under the renowned Master Swordsman Robert in Western swordsmanship. But in the face of modern weaponry, such flashy techniques should’ve been left behind long ago."

"To deal with you, they’re more than enough," Ignatius replied flatly, lowering his gaze. "Your time is running out. If my people uncover the truth about your sister’s background, the stakes will change entirely."

Griffith Squire, having taken an unprovoked punch, looked visibly sullen. Dropping his usual flamboyant act, he said coldly, "So, after driving her away, why pretend to be noble now? What I despise most is your kind—sanctimonious heirs of distinguished families."

"All those years ago, you did something despicable, forcing her out with nowhere to go but to seek refuge with some distant relatives in the deep mountains of Yunnan. That family—what they did was utterly revolting. Oh, by the way, she should be at the Leclair Estate now." Griffith Squire lazily got to his feet, checked the time, and sneered, "Today’s punch? Consider it a gesture of breaking off any goodwill for collaboration. Don’t use Leah to threaten me. Do your digging first before talking. The information about Delphine’s relatives? Think of it as a freebie from me."

With that, the conversation ended. Griffith Squire smirked coldly. If Ignatius Leclair wanted to pry more secrets from him, he’d need to come up with new leverage.

Griffith Squire strode confidently out of the suite, just as Maximilian finished a call and walked in, flashing a crooked grin.

Maximilian, carrying himself like a messenger of the emperor, gleefully knocked and entered the room. "Mr. Leclair, Miss Delphine is asking when you’ll return for dinner."

This was the first time since Miss Delphine’s return to Nanyang that she’d reached out to Mr. Leclair. Maximilian felt a sense of hope for the first time in ages, almost moved to tears.

"Who’s at the house now?" Ignatius asked, remaining still on the sofa. His sharp, handsome features were partly obscured in shadow, hiding his emotions. Moments ago, in this small suite, a murderous intent had surged through him more than once. The same could likely be said of Griffith Squire.

Yet neither of them had acted hastily. For now, both sides kept their deadly cards concealed, their conversations laced with probing subtleties. It was not yet time for all-out confrontation.

Today’s punch? Just an advance on the interest owed.

Maximilian suddenly recalled the butler mentioning that the Fifth Miss’s distant relatives had arrived. He quickly relayed the information.

Ignatius Leclair’s eyes narrowed sharply, a glint of frost flickering in their depths. Rising to his feet, he said heavily, "To the Leclair Estate."

At the Leclair Estate, Delphine stood in the side hall, unmoving, purposefully blocking the doorway.

Mrs. Gu looked at the distant relatives with an aching headache. One was sitting on the floor, exuding an air of shameless defiance, while the other stiffened their neck as if refusing to leave without payment. And yet her own daughter had actually gone to summon Ignatius Leclair back for dinner.

Mrs. Gu’s frustration reached its peak. She grabbed Delphine by the arm and hissed softly, "What nonsense are you pulling? These disgraceful people—do you really intend to let them stay and have dinner? If Ignatius sees this, he might throw both of us out of here in a fit of rage."

Mrs. Gu was now thoroughly convinced that Ignatius had her tightly under his thumb, her words laced with cautious trepidation.

"They want money? Just give it to them and send them away quickly." Mrs. Gu, utterly exasperated by these impoverished relatives, only wished to be rid of them as soon as possible.

Delphine cast her mother a glance. Those matters from the past were unspeakably shameful, but to let this shameless couple off so easily? Impossible. What she wanted was to wait for Ignatius Leclair to return. That man, born into a noble family, with his lofty status, while domineering, adhered to a moral code. Faced with people who crawled out of the gutter, he would naturally be furious.

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