the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 218: In the night, the man’s handsome and noble features stood out devilishly.

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: In the night, the man’s handsome and noble features stood out devilishly.

Delphine was in a bad state. Her left cheek, which had been struck earlier, was severely swollen. During the struggle, her hands and feet were scratched, and her clothing was in complete disarray.

When the car was violently smashed open, the calm she had been forcing herself to maintain instantly crumbled. She sat on the icy carpet inside the car, her whole body trembling from the cold.

As the fat man lunged at her with a malicious grin, there was a fleeting moment of daze. It felt as if everything in the South Seas over the past days had been nothing but a dream. Upon waking, she was still trapped in those dark, lightless memories, bereft of joy, love, family, or herself—moving from one nightmare to another.

Ignatius Leclair bent down and climbed into the car. Seeing her with her eyes closed, her face as pale as death and imbued with a deep-seated disgust for life, ignoring his words as though incapable of hearing anything, he pressed his thin lips tightly and, without a word, carried her out of the car, wrapping her entire body in his coat. In a low voice, he murmured, "Don’t be afraid."

The coat still carried the crisp scent of pine from the man’s body, warmed by his body heat, soothing her to the point where tears glistened at the corners of her eyes. She buried her face in the coat, her body trembling uncontrollably as a desolate sadness filled her heart. He had shattered one of her nightmares, yet little did he know that in the past, all her nightmares originated from him.

"Mr. Leclair, the commotion here is too big. Please take Miss Delphine with you and leave first," Maximilian said, relieved now that they had successfully rescued her.

This area was bustling, and when they intercepted the car and made their move, it had already caused a disturbance and led to traffic congestion. But due to the sheer intimidation of their force, no one dared to approach.

"The people from the other two cars have been restrained as well. During the action, Reginald Yeager was present," said Jing Liu as he walked forward with an update. "Reginald was tailing the vehicle with the phone’s GPS signal, so he and we arrived near simultaneously."

Ignatius snorted coldly, easily imagining Jocelyn Yeager’s expression when he intercepted an empty car.

"Take them all away. Investigate thoroughly," Ignatius said as he carried Delphine into his car and headed back to Leclair Manor, not sparing even a glance at the fat man lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Maximilian gave a look of pity to the fat man who resembled a corpse, then turned his eyes toward the sound of distant police sirens. He stepped on Ambrose River’s body and smirked slowly, saying, "Ambrose the Producer, right? Tell me, do you think those sirens will save you, or will someone from the Shaw Family in Imperial City come to your rescue?"

Ambrose River, weighing nearly 200 pounds, lay motionless on the ground, shivering and sweating profusely like a downpour. When he opened his mouth, fear rendered him dazed and stammering: "It’s—It’s—It’s Leclair."

The words that followed never fully came out.

After the vehicle was smashed open, he had seen the man stepping out of the car. In the darkness, the man’s handsome and aristocratic face appeared devilish. With just one look, he recognized him—it was none other than a scion of the most distinguished family in the South Seas, whose influence rivals even the Shaw Family’s Major General. The heir of the Leclair Family.

Ambrose had seen Ignatius Leclair from afar at a banquet before. Even with his higher status, he couldn’t get close to the man.

Ambrose’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted from sheer fright.

Maximilian, still brimming with rage, kicked the fat man again for good measure. When he confirmed that Ambrose had indeed fainted, leaving behind only a puddle of sweat, he snorted coldly and cursed under his breath: "You damn bastard, my life almost ended because of you."

The ever-composed gold-medal assistant, who wouldn’t flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, withdrew his foot and, still shaken, stood beside Jing Liu. Smiling faintly, he commented, "Liu, the days in the South Seas are more thrilling than those in Australia, aren’t they?"

Jing Liu, while instructing his men to load the fat man into the vehicle, replied expressionlessly, "Yes. If things get any more thrilling, we might as well go mine in Africa."

"Remarkable." Maximilian patted Jing Liu’s shoulder in approval, and the group boarded their vehicle to catch up with Mr. Leclair’s car.

After tonight, certain people in the South Seas would probably never enjoy a peaceful night’s sleep again. No one could withstand the madness of revenge from Leclair Manor.