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Chapter 20 Ignatius Leclair Sent Me to Deliver Red Wine

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Ignatius Leclair Sent Me to Deliver Red Wine

The manager’s small eyes lit up. Reginald Yeager, the third young master of the Yeager Family? That’s a rare guest indeed.

This Yeager rarely visits Cloud Summit. Who in South Asia doesn’t know about Bessie Leclair’s unrequited love for the Yeager Family’s third young master?

"Quick, go greet him." The manager hurried off so quickly he wished he had a pair of wings.

"Third Young Master, what brings you here? Please, do come in." The manager’s smile was so wide that his small eyes almost disappeared as he bent and nodded repeatedly to welcome him.

Jocelyn Yeager stepped inside, dressed in a dark suit. His features were handsome and refined, his demeanor warm and elegant. He nodded gently and asked, "Is Ignatius in ’The Southern Breeze Knows My Heart’?"

Cloud Summit’s VIP box was as luxurious as a presidential suite in a five-star hotel. Ignatius Leclair’s reserved box was called "The Southern Breeze Knows My Heart."

"Yes, yes, please come in," the manager replied eagerly, waving his hand to get the security guards out of the way, clearing an expansive path.

Jocelyn Yeager nodded with a gentle smile. Known in the business world as the "Gentleman Tiger," he had a reputation for ruthless tactics yet carried himself with an air of refinement, leaving people feeling as if bathed in spring warmth.

"Third Young Master, what would you like? I’ll immediately have someone send it over."

Walking forward, Jocelyn smiled lightly and replied, "No wine today."

Before his words had fully landed, Jocelyn’s body suddenly stiffened and his steps halted abruptly. The manager behind him didn’t notice in time and nearly bumped into him. Seeing Jocelyn’s unusual reaction, the manager grew nervous and asked awkwardly, "Third Young Master, is something wrong?"

Without answering, Jocelyn’s gaze locked onto a thin young woman leaning against the wall, drowsing.

The manager’s face darkened with regret. He hadn’t ordered her to be removed earlier. Just as he was about to speak, Jocelyn strode over quickly, his tall and slender frame casting a shadow over the woman. He raised his hand, signaling everyone to stay silent.

Delphine sensed the light dimming before her. Struggling to open her eyes, she lifted her gaze and saw the man smiling gently down at her.

She froze.

"Delphine Carter." Jocelyn spoke her name sweetly, his voice lowered to its softest tone as he admired her delicate features, pointed chin, and eyes dark like polished black jade.

"Jocelyn Yeager?" Her memory had always served her well. The South Asian elite families were deeply intertwined, and Bessie Leclair from the third branch of the Leclair Family had harbored feelings for Jocelyn since childhood. Naturally, Delphine wasn’t unfamiliar with him.

"It’s me. When did you return to South Asia? And why didn’t you tell me?" Jocelyn’s smile grew more tender, lighting up his whole expression.

The manager trailing behind broke into a cold sweat, his legs suddenly weak. That woman knew the Yeager Family’s third young master? Judging by their interaction, they shared a close relationship. He recalled her earlier claim that Ignatius had asked her to deliver wine, yet he had been blocking her all along.

The manager’s face turned ashen—he was done for.

Delphine replied faintly, "I only came back to South Asia to handle some affairs. I’ll leave again afterward."

Jocelyn’s smile faded, memories of the past surfacing. It had been Ignatius Leclair, the Crown Prince of the Leclair Family, who had driven her away five years ago. Delphine had entered the Leclair Family following her aunt Beatrice Carter, but Ignatius’s mother’s early death was closely tied to Beatrice. The grudges between the two were seemingly irreconcilable.

"By the way, what brings you here? It looks like you were about to fall asleep while standing," Jocelyn said lightly, shifting the subject.

Delphine’s lips curved slightly, her smile faint as she replied, "Ignatius asked me to deliver some wine."

"Thud—" The manager collapsed onto the ground, unable to get up, his face pale as a sheet.

Jocelyn chuckled softly. Taking the wine box from her hands, he murmured gently, "I’ll take you there myself. Don’t be scared—"

His last three words hovered in his throat, light as a breeze, barely audible.

Glancing at the manager still sitting helplessly on the floor, Jocelyn quickly pieced the situation together. His smile vanished into a cold expression as he said, "From now on, when you see this Miss, it’s as if you’re seeing me."

"I’m terribly sorry, Miss. I failed to recognize your importance. Please, be magnanimous and forgive my ignorance. Let me escort you to Ignatius’s private box this instant," the manager stammered, his face pale with fear. Crawling to his feet, he wiped away cold sweat as he bowed repeatedly.

"Thank you," Delphine said calmly.

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