the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 238: My Woman Can Freely Squander My Money and Power

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: My Woman Can Freely Squander My Money and Power

Delphine’s fingertips trembled as she looked up and met the man’s deep, phoenix-like eyes, as still and profound as an ancient well. For a moment, she forgot what she was going to say.

Ignatius Leclair had been waiting for a long time. Now, as he saw her delicate face bathed in the glow of the light—crystalline and translucent, like a ripe fruit exuding an inviting fragrance—his sensual Adam’s apple shifted subtly, and then he leaned in closer.

The cool, piney scent unique to him enveloped her. Delphine reached out and pressed her hand directly to his thin lips, then swiftly asked, "Did you investigate the others in the crew too?"

Her soft little hand against his lips made his phoenix eyes deepen. Then he kissed her palm. Seeing how quickly she pulled her hand back like lightning, he lazily let out a low sound of acknowledgment.

Delphine felt the kissed spot burning hot, causing a trace of frustration to flit across her face. She lowered her gaze and, turning to the phone, said to Kyla Zamora, "Let Director Ge know that this matter is resolved."

Ignatius Leclair had likely turned that film crew inside out. No wonder Director Ge had been unsettled and constantly asking for updates about her. Ambrose River’s incident couldn’t have been hidden from the crew’s director. Director Ge’s fear of getting dragged into trouble because of Ambrose River was only natural.

"Understood." Kyla Zamora’s voice over the phone was almost choked, as if she didn’t dare breathe too loudly. She wanted nothing more than to hang up immediately. Even through the screen, the man’s deep, magnetic voice had a paralyzing effect. Thinking about the formidable Ignatius Leclair sitting beside little Delphine, Kyla stammered a few more words before wisely ending the call.

After hanging up, Delphine kept her head down, visibly dispirited.

Ignatius Leclair took her small hand and toyed with it, saying indifferently, "Do you want to act in that drama?"

Delphine nodded, then suddenly paused mid-movement and, coming back to her senses, murmured softly, "It’s not that big of a deal."

Ignatius Leclair glanced at Maximilian.

Maximilian quickly responded, "We’ve already thoroughly investigated the crew; there are basically no issues. Scum like Ambrose River won’t appear again, and Miss Delphine can join with financial backing."

The success of *Twin Flowers* was still fresh in everyone’s mind. And if there’s one thing Mr. Leclair doesn’t lack, it’s money. With financial backing and control behind the scenes, who would dare to bully Miss Delphine?

"Hmm. Go negotiate, and buy that film studio as well," Ignatius Leclair responded nonchalantly.

Delphine stiffened, her expression complicated, and she said softly, "That’s unnecessary. There are many good projects; I can act in something else."

Ignatius Leclair reached out, lifting her delicate chin. Gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, he said in a low voice, "Delphine, as my woman, you can squander my money, squander my power, as much as you please."

Delphine was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Half a month ago, in the United Kingdom, I saw in the local papers that you and Melody Cloud, the eldest Miss of the Cloud Family, revisited your alma mater together before traveling to Switzerland. Is she your woman too?"

For a brief moment, the car fell into silence.

Ignatius Leclair’s narrow phoenix eyes darkened as he studied her expression carefully. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his gaze before he finally spoke, "Melody is my junior from school."

Delphine lowered her eyes. Oh, so she’s truly a "different" kind of junior. Not only from the prestigious Cloud Family, which is well-matched to the Leclair Family, but she and Ignatius had attended the same school and even traveled to Switzerland to visit the Leclair family patriarch together.

Seeing her turn her face away, cold as ice, Ignatius Leclair smirked and said in a husky, teasing voice, "You’re making me think you’re jealous."

Mr. Leclair had gone to great lengths to publicize the news of their intimate trip, waiting half a month just to see her react. At this moment, witnessing her finally lash out, he felt completely soothed, like a cat whose fur had just been smoothed the right way.