the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 190: After All These Years, Are You Still Afraid of Me?

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: After All These Years, Are You Still Afraid of Me?

Delphine raised her eyes and glanced around at these so-called elites of prominent families, the corner of her mouth curling into an exceptionally cold arc. Without uttering a word, she casually opened her phone and started recording a video.

The crowd, who had just been jeering and mocking her moments ago, suddenly changed their expressions. Those attending the Leclair Family and Yeager Family’s engagement banquet were all dignitaries of considerable status. If such a humiliating video were to leak out, it would undoubtedly cause severe repercussions.

"What are you doing?" Yvonne Wade’s smug face instantly shifted as she twisted her slender waist, walking forward to snatch Delphine’s phone.

Delphine stepped back, avoiding her, and coldly said, "We are all here to attend an engagement banquet. If there’s trouble and it ruins the union between the Leclair and Yeager families, you know the consequences yourselves. The insults you hurled at me earlier—I’ll pretend I didn’t hear them. But if I hear them a second time, these videos will serve as evidence. At that point, the Leclair Family will send lawyer letters your way."

Standing among the group of elite heirs, she appeared indifferent, nearly detached. Her exquisitely refined features remained unflinching in the face of insults, radiating a composed and commanding presence.

Not all of the surrounding onlookers were blind; hearing her mention the Leclair Family was enough to spark alarm in their hearts.

"Trying to scare me? Do you think I was raised to be afraid?" scoffed the most vulgar of the young men, his tone full of disdain. He then fawned over Yvonne Wade, saying obsequiously, "Yvonne, just say the word, and I’ll handle this woman for you right now."

Some recognized that Canyon Sinclair was Yvonne Wade’s top admirer. While the Wade Family had barely latched onto a spot in the top-tier circles, there were certainly many who sought to curry favor with them, none more eager than the Sinclair Family.

"Throw her out. Don’t let her inside—so that Jiao won’t be upset seeing her." Yvonne Wade lowered her eyes to admire her freshly done manicure, her gaze shifting coyly as she manipulated others with saccharine charm.

Canyon Sinclair received the directive instantaneously, responding eagerly, then rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Delphine’s arm to shove her out.

The skin he touched was smooth, cool, and supple, carrying a rare and alluring elegance. Being a libertine steeped in indulgent vice, Canyon Sinclair couldn’t help but notice Delphine’s stunningly perfect features, far surpassing Yvonne Wade in beauty. His thoughts turned wicked, his gaze lingering greedily over her figure.

Feeling his hand on her, Delphine’s expression immediately shifted. She raised her arm and slapped him hard across the face, reprimanding coldly, "Get lost—"

Canyon Sinclair was left stunned by the slap. Humiliated in front of everyone, his face darkened with anger as he furiously lunged at her, shouting, "You dare hit me? I’ll kill you today!"

Delphine’s expression changed slightly as she took two steps back, her footing suddenly obstructed by someone deliberately tripping her. She staggered unsteadily and fell backward into an embrace—strong, wide, and deadly, like the grip of a poisonous poppy flower.

"Caught you." The man’s voice was playful yet alluring, tinged with seductive mischief. Griffith Squire wrapped his arms around the beauty who had stumbled into him, his devilishly handsome face brimming with amusement.

Delphine shuddered as though ensnared by a cold serpent. Her face paled as she struggled to free herself.

Griffith Squire narrowed his charmingly sly eyes, the smile on his lips growing even more dazzling. "After all these years, you’re still so afraid of me, hmm?"

"Who the hell are you?" Canyon Sinclair snarled, eyeing the sudden appearance of this domineering man, his expression clouded with unease.

Griffith Squire’s deep, captivating gaze swept over him. Maintaining his lazy, unmoving smile, he said nonchalantly, "Sinclair, isn’t it? The stock market closed today, didn’t it? By tomorrow morning, I’ll begin acquiring every asset the Sinclair Family owns. Now, if you kneel down and apologize to Miss Delphine, you might preserve your two hands and a pair of eyes."

Ah—hands and eyes, so disrespectful, weren’t they?