the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 875: You’ll Be Fine, Don’t Be Afraid

The moment the banquet hall plunged into darkness, Ignatius Leclair was pulling Pan Wen up from the ground. Such an important person, someone who could put Jocelyn Yeager in prison for three to five years, must not come to any harm.

Almost instantly, Arthur White and the others reacted, taking out their phone flashlights. Together with Maximilian, they flanked Ignatius Leclair and Pan Wen, protecting them while leading them to a corner to avoid any accidents.

"Where’s Delphine?" The man’s expression was grim as he scanned the chaotic hall. Everyone was taking out their phone flashlights, but the scene remained chaotic, especially with the daughters of the noble families, who were screaming in fright.

"The second young master has always been by Miss Delphine’s side, there shouldn’t be any issues." After Arthur White spoke, his heart sank. At the moment of the incident, it seemed he saw Griffith Squire moving towards Delphine Carter.

Could this chaos be caused by the bandit leader? At the critical moment of dealing with Jocelyn Yeager, was Griffith Squire taking advantage of the chaos? Arthur White’s sharp eyes searched for Griffith Squire’s figure in the dark hall under the dim phone lights. Miss Delphine was Ignatius’ biggest concern.

"Call Old Six." Ignatius Leclair said in a deep voice, then noticed the microphone that hadn’t been removed on the stage. He quickly stepped forward, picked up the microphone, and spoke coldly, "Don’t panic, it’s likely an electrical malfunction. Everyone remain in place and don’t move to prevent a stampede."

The man’s deep and calm voice echoed from the microphone, calming the majority. But who knew, Bessie Leclair let out a scream, causing another surge of chaos.

Ignatius Leclair’s face turned utterly grim, and he called out in a restrained, deep voice, "Delphine?"

In the chaotic hall, the man’s voice was drowned out by the crowd, and there was no response.

Ignatius Leclair’s sharp gaze darted through the crowd, seeing commotion everywhere, he instantly realized that this was a premeditated disturbance.

Ten minutes later, lighting on the 99th floor was restored. Bodyguards rushed in, subduing the troublemakers, leaving the entire banquet hall in disarray.

Jocelyn Yeager’s confidants were already subdued, and Maximilian was securely protecting the crucial witness, Pan Wen, behind him. The glamorous socialites and the well-dressed scions of noble families all bore an air of surviving a calamity, appearing both shocked and disheveled.

Many had sustained minor injuries.

"Big brother." Bessie Leclair’s pained voice came through.

Ignatius Leclair pushed through the crowd and saw her covered in blood, lying on the ground. His pupils contracted sharply, and he knelt down to press on her abdominal wound, speaking firmly, "You’ll be fine, don’t be afraid."

Bessie Leclair had a knife wound in her abdomen; the depth of the cut was not yet known. However, seeing that the blood flow wasn’t severe, there didn’t seem to be any immediate threat to her life.

Off to the side, Jocelyn Yeager wasn’t in much better shape, with a deep gash on his hand, the extent of which wasn’t clear.

When the hall went dark, Bessie Leclair had run towards him and stabbed a knife into his thigh. Her reckless demeanor was unlike anything he’d ever seen. In subduing her and seizing the knife, he sustained many injuries and watched as the madwoman crashed into the blade herself.

She wanted to die with him, but there isn’t anyone born yet who can claim Jocelyn Yeager’s life.

"Take her to the hospital." Ignatius Leclair said in a deep voice, then searched the crowd for Delphine. Not only could he not see Delphine, but Griffith Squire was also nowhere to be found.

A sinking feeling enveloped the man.

Bessie Leclair’s blood-stained hand tightly gripped Ignatius Leclair’s hand, saying in agony, "Big brother, take me to the hospital. They all want me dead. I trust no one."