Richard Shaw heard this and glanced at her. Ignatius Leclair's personality was not only domineering but also cold and unfeeling. Over the years, his aloof and arrogant demeanor made him disdainful of relying on others, often handling matters himself. Yet from Delphine Carter's words, there wasn't the slightest trace of fear toward him. It could be seen how restrained and accommodating that man was in front of her in their daily interactions.
Who would have thought that after all these years of twists and turns, his fate had always been tied to Southeast Asia? Thinking back to the year he lost his mother, returning to the region with seething anger, this entanglement—was it a curse or destiny?
"He and I have been close friends for years; this kind of matter is nothing," Richard Shaw said with a faint smile. His gaze was shrewd as he added, "I hear you've grown quite close to the Squire siblings. He's not particularly happy about that."
