the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 171: The Barefoot are Not Afraid of Those Wearing Shoes

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: The Barefoot are Not Afraid of Those Wearing Shoes

Over the years, Stone Leclair had become the most powerful figure in the Nanyang region. Yet now, in his own home, he was being both threatened and provoked by a young woman. His face darkened immediately, and he shouted, "Butler, go to the courtyard and see what’s going on."

The old butler acknowledged the command and quickly went to the courtyard to check.

In the side hall, everyone watched this unexpected commotion unfold, their expressions varied.

Today was meant to be the day for Bessie Leclair and Jocelyn Yeager’s families to formally meet. Not only were they supposed to discuss the engagement date and marriage customs, but they also needed to negotiate the essential division of interests tied to this union. However, Leah’s sudden intrusion had utterly derailed everything.

Bessie was trembling with rage. It was clear that Delphine was her natural nemesis.

The old butler turned on all the ground lights in the courtyard and immediately saw a small missile standing in the veranda. It was a deep green and exuded an ominous, chilling glow.

When Miss Leah strode in with seven or eight of her cold-blooded, silent subordinates, they didn’t make a sound. Each of them carried an aura of lethal iciness, clearly veterans hardened by years of life-and-death struggles, embodying an ironclad discipline and an unyielding code.

As soon as the butler turned on the ground lights, Delphine noticed the weapon in the courtyard through the sheer curtains. She then glanced at Leah, who seemed utterly unfazed, and reached out to hold her hand, whispering, "Did Griffith Squire know you were coming? There’s a military training base within five kilometers of the Leclair residence."

Delphine had never personally seen the so-called base. She only knew about it from Ignatius Leclair, who had mentioned it before. This neighborhood was home exclusively to the crème de la crème of society, and military response from this base would take no more than ten minutes.

The Leclair Family had never even needed to tap into that strength. The sheer possibility alone was enough to instill boundless fear in many.

Leah let out a cold chuckle. No wonder Stone Leclair was so composed and self-assured.

The old butler returned from the courtyard, his expression grave, and reported, "Mr. Leclair, there is indeed a small missile in the yard."

Stone Leclair furrowed his brows. The gentlemanly demeanor of the middle-aged man disappeared entirely as his face grew stern. In a frosty tone, he said, "Miss Leah, your actions today can be classified as both a threat and intimidation. Out of respect for your youth, I won’t pursue this matter further."

Stone’s bureaucratic sternness shone through, revealing the cunning and social finesse honed over years in the game of power. In the face of Leah’s arrogance, he maintained a composed yet shrewd air.

"Delphine has been fostered with our family. We’ve never treated her unjustly in any way. Since you claim to be her friend, storming into our home to intimidate us, disregarding rank and decorum, and bringing your Golden Triangle customs into Nanyang—what exactly are you trying to accomplish?

Nanyang is a place governed by law and human rights. If you continue with this nonsense, I will have no choice but to expel both you and your brother from Nanyang."

Leah, wearing a look of feigned innocence, smiled and said, "I’m only here to visit a friend and deliver a gift. It’s customary in the Golden Triangle. I had no idea you Nanyang folks followed so many rules. Since you don’t like our gift, I’ll just take it back. Nobody’s forcing you to accept it."

After delivering her veiled threat, Leah stepped back with a smile.

Stone Leclair’s face turned ashen with rage, his entire body trembling. At the end of the day, what were the likes of the Squire siblings, or even ten Golden Triangle warlords combined, compared to a century-old, deeply rooted aristocratic family like his?

But the situation boiled down to a standoff between those with nothing to lose and those with everything to lose. Engaging with such savagery would be beneath his stature.

"Delphine, please escort Miss Leah out. We still have important matters to discuss and cannot entertain her further," Stone dismissed her unceremoniously. "And take that thing in the courtyard with you as well."