Stone Leclair's words had scarcely fallen when the room plunged into dead silence, even the presiding judge paused momentarily.
The courtroom remained silent for nearly three seconds, followed by an eruption of noise and heated discussion. How could the public digest the fact that the head of the esteemed Leclair family in South Coast was a man with a double personality?
The man standing in the defendant's box was strikingly handsome, as if crafted by divine hands. He carried with him the refined elegance inherited from a century-old aristocracy, paired with unparalleled intelligence and ruthless tactics—qualities that made him the role model and beacon for the younger generation of South Coast.
"Order in the courtroom." The presiding judge struck the gavel.
Ignatius Leclair remained in place, his deep almond-shaped eyes fixed coldly and mercilessly on Stone Leclair, the curve of his lips hard and unyielding.
