Delphine Carter maintained the same posture all afternoon, moved slightly, glanced up at Maximilian, and said nothing.
"Hello, I'm Delphine's agent. May I ask if you're a friend of hers?" Jason, upon recalling the flashy Bentley parked outside, glanced at it with starry eyes, practically glued to the idea.
Maximilian glanced at Miss Delphine Carter's agent and raised a standard smile. "Hello. Sir knows that you both have been looking out for our Fifth Miss, and he asked me to extend his gratitude."
In truth, Mr. Leclair had no idea that Miss Delphine Carter's agent was male.
Fifth Miss? Jason turned to Delphine, stunned first by surprise, then gritting his teeth in frustration. So Delphine wasn't homeless this whole time? But how? That girl was so ridiculously poor—if she were from a wealthy family, why would she work as a model, earning such measly money?
Jason grumbled through clenched teeth.
