The atmosphere inside the Cloud Summit's VIP suite was unsettling and enigmatic.
Griffith Squire raised an eyebrow, his devilishly handsome face showing a flicker of intrigue as he looked at the cold and aloof Crown Prince of the Leclair Family before him. In a casual yet intimate tone, he chuckled, "So, Delphine belongs to the Leclair Family? You never told me that before."
Though his narrowed phoenix eyes were fixed on Ignatius Leclair, his words were aimed at Delphine.
Ignatius Leclair's entire body tensed slightly, his muscles taut with tension. His mind had already begun calculating the pros and cons, weighing each side in this razor-sharp confrontation, poised for the inevitable collision.
Delphine's hands clenched tightly; she never expected to encounter Griffith Squire again after two years.
If Ignatius Leclair was ice, then Griffith Squire was fire—both equally perilous and deadly.
