Delphine's heart skipped a beat, and before she could react, Ignatius Leclair had already stood up and pulled her off the couch, his gaze cold as he looked at the newcomer.
Bessie Leclair was dressed in a dazzling custom-made gown adorned with diamonds, her makeup impeccable, her beauty unparalleled. She strolled into the lounge with a group of friends in tow, exuding an air of grandeur.
The moment she opened the door, she saw her elder brother locked in a deeply passionate kiss with Delphine Carter, his demeanor utterly captivated, as though he couldn't pull himself away. Bessie's lips twitched with anger, and a flash of jealousy flickered in her eyes. She cursed inwardly, "Little wench," but her face betrayed nothing. Instead, she flashed a charming smile and said sweetly, "Brother, why are you hiding here? Everyone's curious about the engagement gift you've prepared for me."
