the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 80: Reject Delphine Carter’s Calls From Now On

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Reject Delphine Carter’s Calls From Now On

Ignatius Leclair’s smile turned chilling in an instant, his handsome and cold face revealing a trace of anger.

Delphine actually told Reginald Yeager about such a secret matter?

"So, the young master of the Yeager Family dares to talk big now. What, planning to steal a woman from me?" His voice was indifferent as he spoke.

"In terms of power and status, I can’t match you. But she’s still a foster girl of the Leclair Family. If this scandal gets out, it would be a catastrophe.

When that happens, I’ll hire a lawyer for Delphine." Jocelyn Yeager smiled faintly, every word calculated to strike at the heart.

A century-old noble family like the Leclair Family—one scandal like this, and its reputation would be utterly ruined.

Ignatius sneered coldly, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping on the desk in front of him. His low, icy laugh cut through the air as he said, "I don’t have time for idle chatter. State your purpose."

Reginald Yeager would never publicize such a scandal, and Ignatius knew this better than anyone. Jocelyn Yeager had been coveting Delphine for years. If a scandal erupted, the first to be destroyed would undoubtedly be Delphine.

Such a foolish move—hurting the enemy by a thousand only to harm oneself by eight hundred—was not something Reginald would do.

"Delphine and I are mutually in love. Don’t think that recalling Bessie Leclair can intimidate me. Delphine, I am determined to have her." Jocelyn’s voice carried provocation before he hung up the call.

Delphine’s personality—no one understood her better than him. She seemed to drift with the tide, enduring quietly, but at her core, she was rebellious, sensitive, and stubborn.

Stone Leclair had nearly beaten her to death, and now, placing this provocative call to Ignatius at a time like this—knowing the man’s perverse possessiveness and intricate mind—Ignatius would inevitably be furious.

When consumed by rage, a person loses their reason.

He wanted to plant a seed of doubt in Ignatius’s heart, to make him slowly lose Delphine.

Jocelyn’s gaze lingered on the red house that symbolized the Leclair Family’s century-long legacy, restrained yet intense.

The moment Ignatius’s call ended abruptly, he smashed the phone in a fit of rage.

Maximilian heard the commotion and rushed in, only to see the man leaning back in his chair behind the desk. His exquisite features were dark and stormy, exuding an oppressive, ferocious anger. Maximilian felt a chill down his spine.

He vaguely heard Ignatius mentioning Reginald during the call. Recalling Ignatius’s mercurial moods over the past two days, Maximilian couldn’t help but silently curse his luck.

If the old butler at the Leclair residence hadn’t failed to reach Ignatius and turned to call Maximilian instead, he would never have chosen this moment to come in, not even if his life depended on it.

"Master Leclair, a call from the Leclair residence."

Ignatius pressed his aching temples, the memory of Jocelyn’s provocation flashing in his mind, along with the image of the two embracing. A surge of uncontrollable rage boiled within him.

Reginald Yeager—what kind of lowlife was he to dare to compete with him for a woman? The Yeager Family’s days of prosperity were as good as over.

"Young Master, the fourth Miss has returned," the old butler stated hurriedly, clearly relieved that the call had finally connected as he carefully chose his words.

Today, Master Leclair’s erratic and frenzied demeanor was truly shocking. It seemed his condition had worsened once again. But given the Leclair Family’s status, such matters were never to be openly acknowledged.

In a roundabout way, the butler explained, "The fourth Miss returned and had a major quarrel with the fifth Miss. She even smashed the Old Master’s collection of antique porcelains. Master Leclair was furious."

"Enough." Ignatius’s voice was icy as he barked, cutting off the incessant petty complaints that he found unworthy of his attention.

The old butler added anxiously, "But the fifth Miss, she—"

Ignatius rubbed his throbbing temples and tossed the phone to Maximilian, giving a heavy command: "Don’t bother reporting anything about Delphine again."

Hah, ’mutually in love.’ Ignatius’s expression grew even darker.

Maximilian quickly caught the phone and tiptoed out of the room, letting out a low sigh. Poor Miss Delphine had been unjustly caught in the storm. For now, it was best to lay low and avoid any discussion of her in Master Leclair’s presence. Time would eventually let things settle.