Ignatius Leclair woke up from the hypnosis, remaining silent for a long time.
"Did you see his memory?" the old gentleman asked kindly.
He curled his lips and said in a deep voice, "Old sir, he won't appear again."
The ring was Magnus Leclair's final farewell. Because he had broken through the demons in his heart, he no longer needed a succeeding persona to do anything for him.
He was Ignatius Leclair, and he was also Magnus Leclair.
Ignatius Leclair left the room and saw Delphine waiting on the sofa outside. She was sitting upright and dignified, casually flipping through the books provided for guests on the table. Her small face was as fair as jade, calm and serene.
The man displayed a deep smile, burying the indulgence in his eyes. He walked over and said in a deep, sexy voice, "Mrs. Leclair, we can go home now."
