Ignatius Leclair furrowed his brows. This matter was far from simple; Delphine Carter's demeanor suggested she was determined to sever all ties with him. A heaviness settled in the man's heart, an inexplicable irritability rising within.
"Mr. Leclair, are we still pursuing the lawsuit?" Brock Gray asked quietly. This Miss Delphine truly had a unique personality. Back when they first met in Vancouver, the woman had already stood out as different—desolate and indifferent, never truly invested in anything, almost as if she existed in another time and space. A year later, that same woman who had nearly died in a small Vancouver prison had unexpectedly stirred up the South Sea's aristocratic circles, single-handedly taking on the enormous Cloud Family.
Maximilian glanced at Brock with some sympathy, then turned to the third young master. Sure enough, the man spoke coldly, "If you lose the lawsuit, you can join the second young master in guarding the farm."
