the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 215: After Dealing with You, Secretly Sold to the African Black Kiln

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: After Dealing with You, Secretly Sold to the African Black Kiln

Delphine had low blood sugar. After the violent collision, it took her several seconds to recover.

Dongzi locked the car doors, quickly sent out a signal, retrieved the gun inside the vehicle, and urgently said, "Miss Delphine, there’s a location tracker in your phone. No matter what happens next, don’t come out of the car, and don’t lose your phone either. Once Brother Jing receives my signal, he’ll come with reinforcements shortly."

As he spoke, seven or eight men with menacing looks had already emerged from three cars.

"Don’t go. They have guns." Delphine’s face instantly changed as she understood Dongzi’s intentions.

The cheerful smile on Dongzi’s usually jolly face had vanished. With skillful movements, he got out of the car and locked the doors tightly.

Gunshots and sounds of fighting soon rang out, followed by the crashing noise of iron rods smashing against the car windows.

Delphine’s face turned pale. She knew Dongzi stood little chance against such overwhelming odds. Forcing herself to steady her trembling nerves, she pulled out her phone from her bag and dialed Ignatius Leclair’s number.

The call displayed as unavailable.

Her fingertips trembled. Leah was far off in Switzerland—of course, Ignatius Leclair wasn’t in Nanyang either.

"Get out of the car."

"Come out now."

Iron rods slammed fiercely against the car’s windows, accompanied by the shouts and threats of the men.

Delphine set her phone to silent mode and dialed Jocelyn Yeager’s number. Before she could say a word, the glass had already shattered, and her door was opened. She was forcibly dragged out.

Half an hour ago, the fat film producer who had been bragging at Cloud Summit smugly stepped out of his car. He grabbed Delphine’s chin and leered, "You’re done for today, sweetheart. Not only am I going to ruin your career, but I’m going to kill you too."

Delphine clenched her phone tightly. Her dark, ink-like eyes stared at him coldly as she said calmly, "Did the person who disclosed my whereabouts tell you my identity?"

She had left Cloud Summit only half an hour ago, and her car was intercepted by three vehicles. They had clearly planned everything well in advance.

Though she was confident in her beauty, she found it absurd to believe that just a glance at her would provoke someone into armed robbery—let alone attempted murder.

The fat producer scrutinized her closely. Her skin was like polished jade, and under the night sky, her exquisitely stunning features were even more captivating than when he’d seen her at Cloud Summit. Not bothering to decipher the meaning behind her words, his only thought was to drag her to someplace secluded and pin her down.

"Mr. Jiang, hurry up and take this chick away. The noise here is too loud. People will be here soon."

"Got it, got it." The fat film producer nodded and bowed in agreement, then urgently stroked Delphine’s smooth cheeks, chuckling lecherously, "Little beauty, blame your bad luck for offending the wrong people."

Delphine’s face was icy cold. Her gaze dropped slightly, and she said chillingly, "I’ll go with you, but call an ambulance. If my driver dies, it won’t just be the people behind you—you can forget about the Shaw Family protecting you."

The fat producer’s expression stiffened as he hesitated. He was captivated by her beauty, itching with desire. But remembering the powerful forces supporting him, his courage inflated. With lust clouding his judgment, he sneered, "You stupid wench, stop trying to scare me. I don’t believe your bluff. After I’ve had my way with you, I’ll sell you to some obscure African sweatshop. No one will ever find you—see how you’ll escape then."

Ignatius Leclair arrived in Nanyang at eight in the evening, traveling by private jet and using a special air route.

After spending 12 hours on the flight, the man looked out at the dense darkness of the Nanyang night, a faint sneer tugging at the corner of his lips.

For the sake of the Squire siblings’ safety, he had even used exceptional means to leave Switzerland, abandoning his usual restraint and operating in such an overt manner. Yet he doubted that woman—Delphine—would feel any gratitude whatsoever.