the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 44: In the South Seas, there are no more than five people who dare to negotiate terms with the master.

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: In the South Seas, there are no more than five people who dare to negotiate terms with the master.

Delphine Carter maintained the same posture all afternoon, moved slightly, glanced up at Maximilian, and said nothing.

"Hello, I’m Delphine’s agent. May I ask if you’re a friend of hers?" Jason, upon recalling the flashy Bentley parked outside, glanced at it with starry eyes, practically glued to the idea.

Maximilian glanced at Miss Delphine Carter’s agent and raised a standard smile. "Hello. Sir knows that you both have been looking out for our Fifth Miss, and he asked me to extend his gratitude."

In truth, Mr. Leclair had no idea that Miss Delphine Carter’s agent was male.

Fifth Miss? Jason turned to Delphine, stunned first by surprise, then gritting his teeth in frustration. So Delphine wasn’t homeless this whole time? But how? That girl was so ridiculously poor—if she were from a wealthy family, why would she work as a model, earning such measly money?

Jason grumbled through clenched teeth.

Delphine furrowed her brow, got up, and muttered gloomily, "It’s my stepfamily—each one worse than the last."

Maximilian: "..."

"Then be careful when you go home. Call me if anything happens." Jason’s gaze toward Maximilian instantly turned guarded and unfriendly.

Maximilian: "..."

"Alright, I’m leaving then. If there’s any acting job, please help me take it. My stepfather wants me to earn money for the family." Delphine said sullenly, then walked out in slippers she had taken from the Leclair Estate.

Maximilian: "..."

Maximilian’s assistant-like smile faltered slightly. Under two pairs of hostile, sharp gazes, he fled from the Cat Café, got into the car, slammed the gas pedal, and drove off.

"Miss Delphine, Mr. Leclair has instructed me to take you to Emerald Hill Villas. It seems you’ll likely live there from now on." Maximilian stated matter-of-factly. Having been raised in the Leclair Estate and knowing well how things worked around Mr. Leclair, Maximilian also understood her complicated background. The more they interacted, the more he felt this Fifth Miss was unusually quiet to a fault.

These days, in Southern City, any woman remotely connected to Mr. Leclair would be eager to flaunt the relationship and divulge it to the world as if she had won the lottery.

"Emerald Hill Villas? Not back to the Leclair Estate?" Delphine’s expression shifted slightly. At the Leclair Estate, Ignatius Leclair was already brazen and unrestrained. If she were to move to his territory, it truly would be like a lamb running straight into a tiger’s den.

"Mr. Leclair and Mrs. Carter have been wanting to marry you off for some time now. Mr. Ignatius thinks it’s better for you to stay away during this period. After all, when it comes to close family, relationships shouldn’t become too strained sometimes." Maximilian explained diplomatically, his smile stiffening somewhat.

Earlier that afternoon, the Mr. Hsu who had gone on a matchmaking date with the Fifth Miss—well, let’s just say losing both hands was the least of his worries. From here onwards in Southern City, that man would simply cease to exist.

If Mrs. Carter and Stone Leclair kept introducing potential suitors for Miss Delphine Carter, well, good luck with that.

Delphine remained silent as she watched Maximilian drive toward Southern City.

Back in Southern City, she had no say. Returning to the Leclair Estate, or now even moving to Emerald Hill Villas—she had never had a choice in anything.

Delphine closed her eyes. After a long while, she reopened them and looked at Ignatius Leclair’s most trusted confidant, speaking coldly: "I can move into the villa, but I have one condition."

Maximilian glanced at Miss Delphine Carter in surprise. Negotiating terms with Mr. Ignatius Leclair? In all these years of serving him, he could count on one hand the number of people in Southern City who dared to do such a thing.

"Alright, please hold on." Maximilian swiftly dialed Ignatius Leclair’s number, then handed the phone to Delphine.

"What condition? Speak." Ignatius Leclair’s voice, as always, was low, raspy, and carried an air of overbearing pressure.

"I intend to enter the Entertainment Sector. I need your resources and financial support." Delphine stated this with careful precision, gazing at the dusk outside the car window. Her jet-black eyes, glistening like obsidian, appeared even more resolute than usual.

On the other end of the line, Ignatius Leclair let out a low chuckle and replied leisurely, "Fine."