Delphine saw the man enter and stood up with her body slightly tense, her breath falling to an almost imperceptible level.
"I have conditions." Her skin was so pale it seemed almost transparent, her brows faintly furrowed. Her voice was low and hoarse, devoid of any trace of feminine sweetness or softness.
"Go on." Ignatius Leclair walked to the liquor cabinet, chose a bottle of red wine, and then brought over two glasses. His almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as he opened the wine.
"I need you to withdraw the charges against my father and stop blacklisting my friends in the industry. As for the dissolution of the studio, so be it," Delphine said in a hoarse voice, her expression indifferent. "If you can fulfill these two conditions, I'll sign the divorce agreement."
Ignatius looked at her for a moment. Women who are too soft-hearted will always be controlled by others.
