On the way back, they took Ignatius Leclair's private jet.
Delphine had lived in the Leclair estate for more than three years, so she understood well the profound heritage of this prestigious family. Only Sister Zhao was utterly stunned. Upon learning they would take Ignatius Leclair's private jet to return, she was so flustered she didn't know where to place her hands and feet. Once onboard, she didn't dare move a muscle, let alone look at the handsome and noble young heir seated up front.
Having spent years in the Entertainment Sector, she understood far better than most the harshness and rigidity of social hierarchies. Toward someone like Ignatius Leclair, she felt an even deeper sense of awe and reverence.
Delphine boarded the plane intending to catch some sleep, but the man was seated right beside her. Even without saying a word, his presence exuded an aura of domination and oppressive superiority.
