the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 219: Beating you is being kind; I haven’t forced myself on you yet

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Beating you is being kind; I haven’t forced myself on you yet

The most ordinary night in South Asia: a luxury car in the bustling district was dismantled into pieces, with the car doors completely ripped off and discarded to the side.

By the time the police arrived, they only found the wrecked car and various bizarre accounts from witnesses.

Videos and photos quickly made their way online, sparking heated debate.

Director Guson had returned from Cloud Summit in a foul mood. He received a call from Kyla Zamora, the iron lady, while still on the road. She made it clear that her artist, Delphine Carter, would no longer be considering the lead role for this film.

The lead role in *The Official Daughter’s Wish* had always had a range of potential candidates. Actress Natalia Zamora was interested in the role, but after seeing *Twin Flowers*, Guson had a strong gut feeling about a newcomer who caught his eye—she was the one.

Stunningly beautiful, exceptionally skilled, mysteriously low-profile, yet catapulting to stardom within a year with immense popularity—such phenomena are rare in the entertainment sector.

Guson, a man of vast experience, immediately understood why Delphine Carter rose to prominence so swiftly the moment he met her in person.

Every gesture and word from the young woman exuded poise and discipline—qualities that only elite families can instill.

No wonder Xuzai had previously dropped numerous hints. His decade-long stagnation in the industry followed by a meteoric rise as an international filmmaker from a single film was no coincidence.

Thinking of the missed opportunity, Guson ground his teeth in frustration, wishing he could hack Ambrose River into pieces and toss him into the ocean to feed the turtles.

"Old Gus, check the news—looks like Ambrose River’s gotten into trouble." News within the entertainment sector travels quickly; upon seeing the reports, Xuzai immediately called to inquire.

Ambrose River had an infamous reputation within the industry, so seeing him land in hot water filled everyone with a touch of schadenfreude.

Guson’s heart paced faster as he frantically opened his computer. As soon as he saw the news report about the wrecked luxury car, he felt a cold chill run through his heart, inexplicably recalling Delphine Carter.

"Old Xu, I think I might be in trouble too." Guson spoke with difficulty and bitterness. To cause such a scandal in a bustling district, the perpetrator must wield considerable power. The car—smashed to this extent; the people—fates uncertain. It was unclear what kind of outrageous act had provoked this.

If tonight’s meeting were connected to this mess, Guson was likely entangled as well.

Ever since Delphine got into the car, she hadn’t uttered a word. Her earlier vulnerability was tucked away; she had returned to her usual composed demeanor.

Ignatius Leclair saw her icy expression. Her pale, slightly swollen face and the bruises visible on her exposed hands and feet—yet she neither cried nor complained, calmly sitting there. The suppressed fury in the man’s heart began to roil again, his gaze darkening, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

When the car arrived at the Leclair residence, Delphine draped in Ignatius’s coat, stepped out on her own. Her gait was shaky, barely maintaining her balance, sustained only by sheer stubborn anger.

She proceeded directly into the side hall, where the lights blazed brightly. Beatrice Carter and Bessie Leclair were already present.

Beatrice had been roused from sleep by the butler and realized something significant had happened when she saw Bessie called up and restricted from leaving. Now, seeing Delphine return in disheveled clothes, miserably wrapped in a man’s coat, she was startled and demanded, "What happened?"

Delphine said nothing, walked up to Bessie Leclair, and delivered a hard slap across her face.

Bessie was stunned. Several seconds passed before her eyes reddened, and she shrieked, rushing forward to claw at her. "Delphine Carter, you’re insane! How dare you hit me?"

Beatrice braced herself and quickly held Bessie back, shouting at Delphine, "Run!"

Delphine let out a cold, indifferent laugh, standing still, her gaze fixed on the enraged Bessie. She spoke slowly and stonily, "Slapping you is me being polite. I haven’t even sent someone to force you yet."

Bessie, unable to fight or take responsibility, was no match for Beatrice Carter. Seeing Ignatius Leclair enter from outside, emanating a dense, cold aura with an austere expression, Bessie immediately cried and complained, "Brother, they’re teaming up to pick on me!"