Chapter 15: Isn't this Miss Wu out of favor?

Delphine froze for a moment, instinctively reaching up with her right hand to touch her forehead. A faint sting spread from it. After thinking for a while, she realized it might have happened when she fell off the sofa in Jason's office.

"Ran into a door," she said, somewhat startled as she looked at Ignatius Leclair. Ignatius had already averted his gaze, his handsome face half-shrouded in the shadows, making him appear even colder and more austere.

What she saw made her heart tremble. The Ignatius Leclair who faced the world was always a reserved heir of the illustrious Leclair Family — polished, graceful, tossing out money with effortless composure.

But the Ignatius Leclair she knew was cold, stern, and devoid of humor, his dark aura unhidden, his scheming as ruthless as a fox.