the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 199: This person comes from the Golden Triangle and is a local doctor.

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: This person comes from the Golden Triangle and is a local doctor.

Ignatius Leclair noticed how well-informed the old man was and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a faint smile as he remarked calmly, "Grandfather, it wasn’t me who gave the shares."

Mr. Leclair scoffed. Even if the shares were gifted, they would certainly go to Delphine. Someone like Bessie, spoiled and cunning since childhood, was her parents’ concern, not his.

Delphine, on the other hand, had no foundation within the Leclair Family. Ignatius’s deep-set eyes darkened further. His sharp intelligence had long discerned, through Bessie’s successive confrontations with her, that Delphine was deliberately leveraging his influence to suppress Bessie, all while presenting a quiet and vulnerable facade.

And he, for one, found it immensely satisfying.

"Not you?" The old man, upon realizing he had lashed out at the wrong person, was momentarily dumbfounded. His face reddened in embarrassment as he straightened his neck to retort, "If not you, then who else would give shares to Bessie?"

These were ten percent shares, shares in the Leclair Group. Even the second branch of the family had only been allocated five percent.

"It was my father who gave them." Ignatius replied blandly, deliberately refraining from addressing Stone Leclair by name to avoid further agitating the old man.

Upon hearing this, the old man’s frown deepened, and he snapped furiously, "Are the two of you arguing again?"

The old man’s anger caused him to nearly double over. Regret gnawed at him—what a mess this family had become. If only his son hadn’t been so reckless in the past, his daughter-in-law wouldn’t have taken their grandson to live in the United Kingdom for years. The father and son had grown distant, and after the daughter-in-law’s death, the pair became outright adversaries.

Ignatius’s eyes darkened, and the faint smirk on his lips grew cold and sardonic. He spoke indifferently, "Although the shares have been granted, the transfer won’t take effect until next year at the earliest. Grandfather, you should focus on recuperating. If anything too disruptive happens here, we’ll need to trouble you to intervene."

Ignatius offered only pleasant words, soothing the old man.

"Fine, I understand. Don’t go too far, though. After all, both of you are still father and son—it’s never wise to hold grudges overnight. I’ll return to the South Seas in a while," the old man said earnestly, before abruptly hanging up the phone in a huff.

Ignatius curved his lips into a faint smile. No doubt the old man was now dialing up to berate his son. Judging by his defiant spirit, the days spent recuperating in Switzerland had yielded some results.

But with the old man planning to return to the South Seas soon, Ignatius would need to make arrangements for Delphine in advance.

The man stood and gazed off into the distance toward the Yeager Family’s racecourse. He spotted bustling movement and lively figures in that direction. Frowning slightly, he decided he had no intention of waiting further. Striding out, he had just reached the door when he encountered the protagonists of today’s engagement event.

Two men stood in the narrow corridor—one aloof and striking, the other composed and refined. Their gazes clashed, each radiating the same sharp intensity.

"Congratulations on marrying Bessie. From now on, we can consider ourselves family," Ignatius said lightly, his voice low and imbued with an innate sense of superiority.

Jocelyn Yeager, seeing him maintain his usual aristocratic air, sneered inwardly. Such a lofty demeanor, when everything had been achieved through manipulation and forcible means. He had abandoned Delphine back then—did he truly think he could have her again now? Absolutely not.

"There’s someone I believe you’d be interested in meeting," Jocelyn said with a soft smile on his refined face, speaking deliberately. "Finding this person cost me a considerable price."

Ignatius’s slender, deep phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. With a faint curl of his lips, he replied, "So, Reginald Yeager, are you hoping to ask for some interest repayment?"

"This person comes from the Golden Triangle—a local doctor," Reginald remarked with a calm smile, casually dropping a bombshell.

Ignatius’s sharp and cold profile hardened, his expression growing icier with each passing moment.

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