novelraw Chapter 746: Wishing the Leclair Family Prosperity Every Year and Every Day
Chapter 746: Wishing the Leclair Family Prosperity Every Year and Every Day
Chapter 746: Chapter 746: Wishing the Leclair Family Prosperity Every Year and Every Day When Delphine arrived at the Leclair Mansion, the sun had already set in the west. The gates of the mansion, which were usually closed all year round, were wide open. The pointed roof of the old-fashioned red manor pressed against the Sylvester Cloud, seemingly representing the peak of power, as if it could reach the heavens.
It was her first time at the Leclair Mansion, she was not yet 15, and looking at such a wealthy and prestigious family, she only felt like an ant gazing up at a giant, her heart filled with inferiority and unease. Returning to the South Seas this time, the red house had transformed from a giant into a lurking beast in the dark night, opening its bloody maw, wanting to devour her completely. Now, looking at it again, it turns out it’s nothing more than an old building, swaying in the wind and rain, tinged with a shadow of decrepitude under the erosion of time.
The Leclair Mansion had never changed, but her Heart Realm had. Truly stepping here, attending the same banquet as years ago, she realized that perhaps fate had drawn the starting point back then, and her coming now was just to put a period to it. Thus, the deepest scar from her youth would ultimately become a gray old scar that couldn’t hurt her in the slightest.
Seeing her looking up at the Leclair Mansion, her delicate and charming face devoid of any emotion, only her jet-black, jade-like eyes faintly reflecting a trace of reminiscence. Ignatius Leclair put an arm around her slender waist, leaned down and whispered, "Do you see anything?"
"Time is unpredictable." Delphine turned her face slightly, looking at his handsome features, a faint smile on her lips. She placed a hand on his arm and said with a light smile, "It turns out fear has always come from within. I used to be very afraid of it."
"Because now you have grown to a height where you can look it in the eye." The man smiled with his lips, his phoenix eyes deep. She was no longer the helpless orphan she once was; she had her own career, countless suitors, and a peaceful heart. Those cruel times had torn her weak, inferior, and insignificant self into pieces, reassembling a strong and indifferent Delphine Carter.
If he were to exchange places with Delphine, perhaps he could create his own kingdom of wealth, but he dared not say he would always maintain his original heart, remaining that innocent person he once was. A flash of realization flitted through Ignatius Leclair’s eyes. No wonder her relationship with the Squire siblings was so good. Essentially, they were the same kind of people, phoenixes bathed in blood, reborn from the ashes.
"Let’s go." Ignatius Leclair said softly.
Delphine gave him a gentle smile, and the two walked toward the main entrance.
In front of the main door of the Leclair Mansion, Nathan Leclair, dressed formally, was talking with Jocelyn Yeager. Seeing Ignatius Leclair and Delphine walking hand in hand, he immediately gave a faint smile and said, "The main players have arrived. Let’s hope the show tonight is spectacular enough, leaving a lifelong impression."
Jocelyn Yeager looked up, seeing Delphine standing by Ignatius Leclair’s side without being overshadowed by his presence. Her somber face showed a slightly soft smile, and she said quietly, "Whether the play is brilliant depends entirely on the human heart, do your best and leave the rest to fate."
After speaking, Jocelyn Yeager turned and went inside, and all the young heirs of distinguished families stepped forward to greet and exchange pleasantries.
The man responded with smiles one by one, but the smile never reached his eyes, where lay a dark abyss, within which sat a young man bullied from a young age, surviving in the crevices.
Power is a blood-sealed poison of the world, capable of sending one to heaven, or dragging one into hell.
Jocelyn Yeager entered the main hall, looking at Stone Leclair, who was nearing sixty, still active in the political arena, refusing to retire. She took a glass of champagne and smiled slightly at Stone Leclair from afar, with a hint of venomous cold gleam flashing in her eyes, hoping the Leclair Family will have this day every year, and this moment every year.