Delphine shook her head and turned away, refusing to look at him.
Ignatius Leclair nodded slightly, signaling that he understood. Asking that question was just for show—when it came to Ignatius Leclair's woman, was there anything she could lack? Why would she need to take a worthless necklace?
"Miss Wade, on what grounds do you believe Delphine would take your necklace?" The man raised his eyes, deep and unfathomable like an ancient well, his piercing gaze landing on Yvonne Wade as he asked coldly.
Yvonne Wade trembled under the intensity of his gaze and instinctively glanced at Bessie Leclair.
Bessie Leclair, seeing her older brother step in, had already claimed her leg hurt and was now shrinking behind Jocelyn Yeager, whose expression was equally grim. At this moment, she didn't dare say a word; the memory of being locked in the wine cellar was still very fresh.
