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."
