the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 19 Here lies the strongest liquor and the most beautiful women of the South Seas

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Here lies the strongest liquor and the most beautiful women of the South Seas

What does Ignatius Leclair want with her?

She went downstairs to take the call.

Perhaps Ignatius had been waiting too long; his voice was deep, with a hint of impatience, and he dropped a line before hanging up with a snap.

"Go to the wine cellar and find a bottle of ’75 Massandra Sherry to send to Cloud Summit."

Delphine heard half the sentence; as for what wine it was, she didn’t hear at all.

Her face darkened, and she held the receiver, dialing back, but the phone rang for a long time without an answer.

"Miss, is something wrong?" The butler asked kindly, seeing her face wasn’t looking too good.

Delphine shook her head, forced a smile, and went to the wine cellar. The Leclair Family’s wine cellar required crossing the entire inner garden; it used to be an air raid shelter and was later converted into a wine cellar.

The wine cellar was huge, divided into two layers, and both were underground, cold all year round. Delphine was very familiar with it; she used to come and play in the wine cellar whenever she felt lonely—it’s her secret garden.

Delphine searched for a long time and found several bottles of 1975 red wine. Ignatius’s collecting habit was to keep one bottle for each year of a particular wine. As for the Massandra Sherry he mentioned, her intuition was that it must be an expensive wine.

She had a thought and entered the second level, searched for a while, and found a bottle of 1975 red wine deeper inside. She packaged it in a box, then left the wine cellar and took a taxi to Cloud Summit.

Cloud Summit is a money pit in Southeast Asia. Anything you can think of, Cloud Summit has it: the most beautiful girls, the wealthiest young lords, the hottest song and dance performances. Most importantly, Cloud Summit is owned by the Leclair Family.

Delphine clutched the wine box, fell asleep as soon as she got in the car, until the driver woke her: "Miss, we’ve arrived at Cloud Summit."

She groggily got out of the car, paid, and then went inside.

Only at the arched foyer did someone stop her, and she woke up.

"Miss, the area ahead is for VIPs; fingerprint verification is required to enter." The tall, burly guard, seeing she was an unfamiliar face attempting to head straight in, hurriedly stopped her.

"Ignatius Leclair asked me to deliver wine; you can verify it," Delphine said coolly, clutching the wine.

She wondered if not being allowed in would anger Ignatius if she just returned home. The thought flashed by and was quickly stifled in its cradle.

The guard did not know if it was true or false, so he quickly used the intercom to contact the VIP section’s manager.

Soon, the VIP manager came over. Maybe he was used to the sight of wealthy young lords and socialites, and seeing Delphine in the simplest casual attire and dusty shoes, he had the situation pegged and put on a fake smile, saying, "Please wait here while I contact the VIP section. If Mr. Leclair has given instructions, we will definitely bring you in."

Delphine nodded and thanked him, only to see the manager turn and engage in conversation with glamorous guests. After waiting ten minutes without seeing him contact Ignatius, she sighed, realizing there was no hope.

She wasn’t angry, just leaned against the corner, closed her eyes, and dozed off.

The manager made his rounds, recognized some people with power and influence, and when he turned back and saw Delphine standing there dozing, he sneered and hummed a tune.

He had seen many women like her, dressed very shabbily, yet hoping to rise to the top with their few looks.

There were so many women eager to see Mr. Leclair; if he foolishly went and asked Mr. Leclair, angering him, he would not even know how he died. He planned to just let her keep standing.

The manager hummed a little tune, only to see an attendant rush up quickly and say, "Manager, the third young lord of the Yeager Family has arrived."

The manager’s eyes lit up.