the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 790: From now on, just do it behind closed doors, no talking
Ignatius Leclair’s chiseled handsome face betrayed no emotion. He squinted slightly at Nathan Leclair and said slowly, one word at a time, "This is something Delphine ought to be concerned about. The South Seas situation is complex. Since you’re back, I trust you’re prepared, so I won’t meddle in your affairs. From now on, don’t meddle in Delphine’s affairs either. She’s my woman, your sister-in-law, and that will never change."
Nathan Leclair stared steadily at Ignatius Leclair. This seemed to be a clear declaration using the Leclair Family inheritance to make him completely abandon the faint obsession he had with Delphine. But truthfully, among the Leclair Family, the one most obsessed was Ignatius himself. What he clung to was merely the fleeting tremor of youthful feelings.
It’s only after growing up that one realizes, as the years pass, emotions grow faint.
He could no longer find someone with whom he could fall deeply, passionately in love.
"Young Master, Second Master, Miss Delphine has arrived," the old butler entered with a cheerful smile.
The two men exchanged a glance and immediately dropped the topic at hand.
When Delphine arrived at the Leclair Mansion, she found its gates tightly shut. She rang the doorbell for quite some time before the old butler stuck his head out from inside.
She had parted ways with Chloe Winston and Kyla Zamora at the beauty salon before driving straight to the mansion. Seeing that only the Leclair brothers were in the side hall, she couldn’t help but ask in surprise, "Didn’t you say the powerful families sent someone to force Grandpa?"
"Big Brother chased them away," Nathan replied lazily. When she entered, dressed in the most relaxed and loose-fitting T-shirt and linen pants, she was like a lotus fresh from water—clean and pure in temperament, her features exquisitely beautiful. He quickly averted his gaze, unable to look any longer. She wasn’t his woman, and looking at her only hurt.
At that moment, the old man emerged from the kitchen. Seeing his granddaughter-in-law rush over, he felt gratified and said with a smile, "Delphine is here, sit down. Those people have all been scolded and sent packing by Ignatius."
This child was truly considerate. The old man was increasingly fond of Delphine now. Crucially, his grandson adored her. With Ignatius’s sharp and discerning eye, how could he possibly fall for anyone less than the best girl in the world?
Having come to terms, the old man completely treated Delphine as a beloved junior.
Seeing that there hadn’t been any fighting here, Delphine let out a sigh of relief, smiled faintly, and stepped forward to carefully inquire about the old man’s health.
Ignatius noticed that she had shown concern for everyone but him and let out a low sigh. It seemed he’d been a bit harsh in his words earlier that morning. She was always rather reserved, not the fiery passionate type. Yes, in the future, he’d handle things privately behind closed doors rather than talk about them.
By afternoon, the Leclair Group held a press conference, attended by Maximilian on behalf of Ignatius Leclair, announcing Ignatius’s abandonment of the Leclair Family inheritance. Documents were publicly displayed, and the revelation sent shockwaves across the South Seas and the Imperial City.
At the same time, Nathan Leclair made an official statement, declaring he would take over Leclair Group. The press conference directly announced Ignatius Leclair’s withdrawal from the influential circles of the South Seas. From that moment, the entire power structure of the South Seas shifted, with the Leclair Family’s long-absent second son becoming the most powerful man in the region.
When the press conference aired, Delphine had just woken from her afternoon nap and was stunned momentarily before heading off to find Ignatius.
The man was in his study, video chatting with Richard Shaw.
"You just let it go like that?" Richard Shaw scoffed when he saw Ignatius wearing slippers, dressed in home clothes, and sporting gold-rimmed glasses that concealed his coldness, masking it with a scholarly, gentle facade. "Aren’t you worried your brother might mess things up in the South Seas?"
Nathan Leclair’s way of conducting himself was anything but mild. In no time, the South Seas elite circles might come to lament Ignatius Leclair’s departure. That second son of the Leclair Family was a lawless figure who had been wandering outside for over a decade. Who knew what earth-shattering chaos he might stir up?
