Griffith Squire looked coldly at the beastly face of Ignatius Leclair and said, "Delphine, pack your things, I'm taking you home."
The man was still holding a steaming coffee in his hand, his fingertips suddenly tightened, without saying a word. The atmosphere suddenly became a bit stiff.
Without Ignatius Leclair speaking up, Griffith Squire's so-called taking someone away was to forcibly do it in person.
Delphine felt her head begin to ache, and softly said to Griffith Squire, "Follow me."
Her figure moved slightly, Ignatius Leclair had already reached out and seized her wrist, his deep phoenix eyes staring intensely at her, with a hint of coldness in them, and he said in a low voice, "Say whatever you have to say here."
This stance clearly meant that even being alone with each other was not allowed.
Seeing this, Griffith Squire was furious, but considering the old and young, if it weren't for being at the Leclair Family's place, he would have beaten him up a long time ago.
