the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 237: Does Ignatius Leclair know he has such a scourge by his side?

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Does Ignatius Leclair know he has such a scourge by his side?

"Thank you, I can walk on my own." Delphine quickened her pace forward, but her arm was abruptly grabbed.

Griffith Squire’s voice had lost its usual air of casual arrogance, and he said calmly, "Within a year, the Leclair Family will inevitably descend into chaos. Staying there will only make you cannon fodder. Delphine, what I told you five years ago still holds true."

Delphine stared at the nearby mansion doors, then slowly pulled her arm back. Lowering her gaze, she said softly, "I want to witness the Leclair Estate’s downfall."

From the moment she walked into that red house at the age of fifteen, her life had followed a path of thorns and no return. Either she’d collapse in exhaustion, her blood pouring out, or she’d watch the palace at the end of the road crumble into ruins. There was no other path to take.

Griffith Squire seemed thoughtful, then chuckled recklessly, saying, "You truly are the woman I set my sights on. Does Ignatius Leclair know he has someone like you—this disaster—right by his side?"

"Of course he knows." Delphine didn’t lift her gaze to the man’s overly alluring and handsome features, but she spoke calmly, "To him, everything I do is no more than an ant trying to shake a tree. He’s so indifferent that he doesn’t bother to guard against me."

"A woman’s heart—when ruthless—it’s far worse than a man’s. Go then, and remember your original intent. Don’t fall in love with that man again." Griffith Squire’s expression chilled slightly. Her heart did not belong to him, and forcing her to stay had no meaning. Better to let her go and fulfill her wish.

Delphine stiffened at his words, then silently walked through the courtyard gates and left, never once lifting her eyes to look at Griffith Squire’s enchanting face.

She got into the car and hurriedly said, "Mr. Maximilian, let’s go."

Delphine’s voice abruptly cut off as she noticed the undeniable presence in the back seat.

Maximilian cleared his throat lightly. Ignatius Leclair, who was too uneasy to let Delphine go to the Squire Family and yet unwilling to rush her, had stewed in the car, waiting for nearly half an hour.

"Why are you here?" Delphine looked at the pile of files in the back seat, unsure how long he’d been waiting.

The man’s refined and handsome face was slightly lowered as he swept the pen across the documents in his hand, signing with a fluid elegance. He replied indifferently, "On my way. Thought I’d pick you up."

The Gold Medal assistant smiled meaningfully. From the Leclair Mansion to Squire Manor takes an hour’s drive. Was this really *on his way*?

Delphine bent down to organize the scattered files a bit, then sat down.

Maximilian, behind the wheel, glanced at the still silence in the back seat and grew increasingly anxious. One was cold and indifferent in temperament, the other silent and withdrawn—could they seriously communicate just by staring at each other daily?

"By the way, Miss Delphine, perhaps you should give Kyla Zamora a call. She’s been very worried about you ever since the incident a few days ago." Maximilian racked his brain for a topic. As soon as the words left his mouth, a chilling sensation swept over him.

Damn it. Of all the things to bring up, why this? He might as well ask for his head on a platter if Ignatius remembered this debacle.

Delphine also felt the car’s atmosphere grow quiet. Ignatius, when in private, preferred peace and quiet. She reached for her phone and made a call to Kyla Zamora.

Kyla picked up immediately, her voice bursting out with excitement before Delphine could even speak.

"Delphine, are you okay these past few days? Is there anything uncomfortable? Would it be convenient for me to visit you?"

The past week had felt like being roasted alive on a pyre for Kyla Zamora. If her arrangements for the meeting had caused harm to Delphine, she’d regret it for the rest of her life. Though she hadn’t been managing this young woman for long, Kyla had practically treated her like a daughter.

"I’m fine." Delphine smiled faintly and replied.

"Oh, by the way, Director Gresham has been contacting me, checking on your situation. He’s asking if your schedule can be rearranged and absolutely insists on getting you to collaborate." Kyla, knowing only that Delphine had narrowly avoided an accident from Maximilian’s brief recount, remained ignorant of the deeper internal power struggles within the wealthy families.

Just as Delphine was about to speak, a wide, masculine hand suddenly clasped over her small one resting on the seat. His fingers curled gently around her pinky.