"It's fine." The man spoke indifferently; by now, not only Stone Leclair, but even Bessie Leclair likely already knew about it. The only one left in the dark was Miss Carter.
Absolute power could sway public opinion—Ignatius Leclair never cared about so-called scandals.
The man reached out and gently stroked her small, delicate face, lowering his head to capture her thin lips in a kiss. It was domineering and allowed no escape.
"From now on, no one here will ever bully you again." Ignatius Leclair suppressed his slightly erratic breaths, released her, and spoke softly.
The next morning, Maximilian went to pick up Kyla Zamora at the Leclair residence. As Kyla approached and caught sight of the iconic red house of the Leclair residence, her legs began to tremble.
In the high society of Southeast Asia, who didn't know of this red house? It was a symbol of power at its pinnacle.
