CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: IN THIS LOVE, WHO WILL WIN?

Upon hearing those four words, it felt as if Lachlan Wyatt’s inner world underwent a tsunami, and a small asteroid had collided with Earth, causing her whole being to shake.

But she didn’t show it. After hearing Lachlan Wyatt’s words, she tugged harder on his tie and said, "Young Master Wyatt can say things like this without even batting an eye..."

Playing with people’s hearts, Lachlan Wyatt was an expert.

Having backed down so many times in their confrontations, she had already retreated far too many times.

"So, do you want to fall for it or not?"

Lachlan Wyatt turned the tables, lowered his head to envelop her in his arms, and continued, "Tell me how it feels to see your ex-husband on the brink of bankruptcy."

"..." How petty could this man be, trying to find out her feelings in such roundabout ways?

In a strained voice, Iris Crawford said, "Actually, I do feel a bit sorry for Jordan Jacobs. Yvonne Jennings is spending his money, using his account, while he’s kept in the dark and even dragged down by it..."

With every word she spoke, Lachlan Wyatt’s face grew darker. By the end, he covered Iris Crawford’s mouth, a cold light gleaming in his eyes as he said, "You really know how to piss me off."

The thought that Jordan Jacobs once had all of Iris Crawford’s love made Lachlan Wyatt’s chest burn with an unexplainable fire.

He couldn’t explain what it was, so he had to keep Iris Crawford within his reach to ease his anxiety a bit.

That’s why he chased after her and said those words.

Iris Crawford smiled, removed his hand from her mouth, wrapped her arms around Lachlan Wyatt’s neck, and said, "A tit for tat, Young Master Wyatt, but I won’t be fooled by you again. A confession with no sincerity, I won’t accept."

Lachlan Wyatt squinted, his heart seemingly racing with excitement, "What do you mean?"

"I mean..."

Iris Crawford’s face was enchanting, and her smile could make a man willing to die for her. She poked Lachlan Wyatt’s collar, "You told me to get lost back then, but now that you’re regretting it, you want me to be your woman? Lachlan, do you think the world revolves around you? Hmm?"

Her words ended with a playful lilt like a kitten’s tail curling up, and it was unclear whom she was teasing. Lachlan Wyatt’s expression changed instantly.

Always stunning and powerful, yet he was at a loss with this woman.

Enraged to the point of laughter, Lachlan Wyatt firmly intertwined his fingers with Iris Crawford’s, asserting his strength and dominance, showing his superiority. Despite her struggles, she couldn’t resist his grip.

Holding on, Lachlan Wyatt’s aggressive eyes locked onto Iris Crawford. The woman knew how charming he was, and when looking into his eyes, Iris often felt she had nowhere to escape.

Just as he was about to express his possessiveness, footsteps resounded from nearby, followed by a voice, "Hey! I told you not to wear high heels! What if they hear us?"

It was James Chesterton’s voice.

"I like wearing high heels, what’s it to you!" Peach retorted, "Maybe I should just cut off your legs, then there wouldn’t be any footsteps?"

"Can the two of you stop arguing? You’re ruining my eavesdropping!" Sarah Shaw was anxious, "Can’t you gossip quietly!"

"You guys are such drama queens!" Patrick Pierce adjusted his sunglasses to avoid being recognized, "Following Lachlan Wyatt sneakily, is it fun?"

"Not really." Martin Hawthorne sneered, but couldn’t help glancing over.

James Chesterton laughed coldly, "If it wasn’t fun, why did you come along? Your body seems pretty honest!"

"..."

Lachlan Wyatt and Iris Crawford exchanged a glance and saw the word "speechless" written all over each other’s faces. Unable to bear it any longer, Lachlan Wyatt said, "Stop pretending, I heard everything!"

Instantly, the whispers in the alley fell silent.

However, they stayed put, pretending they hadn’t heard.

Lachlan Wyatt released Iris Crawford’s hand, glanced cautiously at the corner, then swiftly snatched, as if catching rats, pulling them all out, one, two, three, four, five!

"Put your hands on your heads and squat down for me!"

Lachlan Wyatt was furious. Why were these people causing trouble at such a crucial moment? Members of the firm dared to gossip about him!

So, everyone squatted on the ground like they had been caught in a raid, and James Chesterton voiced his dissatisfaction, "We just wanted to check the situation, in case you two started fighting..."

"You followed me and dare to speak?"

Lachlan Wyatt laughed in anger, then reached behind his neck, finding a transmitter hidden in the folds of his collar.

A tiny transmitter with an engraved metal ’L’.

Who is L?

The legendary Red Guest, a young genius capable of tracking anyone, unstoppable, with no one escaping his eyes—

You reckless fool, James Chesterton!

"..." He crushed the tracking device right in front of James, who turned pale with fright, "Let me explain! The tracking device acted first. I didn’t notice it, and it just stuck to your collar by itself!"

Tracking Device: ... Heaven and earth, I’m being bullied just because I can’t speak.

Lachlan Wyatt grinned, baring his teeth. This bunch had planned it all along, secretly placing a tracking device under his collar to follow the drama!

It’s a nightmare! Do they have nothing better to do? So many fugitives out there, yet they come to track him confessing to Iris Crawford!

It’s driving him mad, driving him mad!

"Should I praise you for your audacity, tracking even me?"

Lachlan laughed sarcastically, transforming on the spot into a tyrannosaurus, "I’ve been too nice to you all! From tomorrow, take on every job we’ve rejected, you’re all screwed!" Luckily, there are a few contract jobs left! I’ll ship you all off to mine in Krydor!

"... I have a shoot coming up, I’ll be taking time off."

"Patrick Pierce, can you be any more shameless! Every time a dangerous mission comes up, you just run off alone!"

Sarah Shaw’s shout pierced the night sky, even making the crescent moon above shiver.

******

Yet, after all the chaos, the relationship between Iris Crawford and Lachlan Wyatt surprisingly eased a little. That night, Lachlan held Iris’s hand as he walked her home. Before leaving, Iris tugged on Lachlan’s belt, grinning so wide her eyes almost disappeared, and said, "I still like it when you act all distant and cool."

Lachlan’s looks were undeniable, and his temper was unpredictable and hard to deal with. Now, with Iris’s remark, it was like he was a bomb that had just exploded. His face turned cold and pale as he looked at Iris, "Feeling cheap?"

"Learning from you." Iris blew a kiss at Lachlan, "Don’t think I don’t know what’s on your mind. Is it lonely now that you can’t toy with me as you used to? Flirting with others must be dull, right? Coming back to find me exciting, huh?"

Lachlan’s throat went dry, as if someone had set a fire inside him, burning away his rationality. All his sordid thoughts were perfectly exposed by Iris. He squinted his eyes, looking at the woman with admiration and wildness, "It’s a pity you’re a woman."

Iris casually gave Lachlan the finger, "I know exactly what’s going through your scummy brain."

Are Lachlan’s eyes filled with love?

No, it’s invasion.

He still saw her as the most difficult fortress to conquer, like a treasure hunter exploring forbidden territories around the globe.

Being with Iris brought endless freshness and a desire for challenge, so when all of Iris’s revenge schemes were accomplished, Lachlan suddenly realized, apart from these past two years, he had no other connection with Iris, and he panicked.

Because the moment Iris returned to the Crawford Family, perhaps that meant they would part ways.

Iris knew full well what kind of person Lachlan was, perhaps, deep down, there wasn’t a trace of "humanity" in him.

Lachlan was a beast. A beast roaring on the throne.

He’s not the unattainable distant flower, on the contrary, he carries a strong aura of lust and a sinful nature that goes against humanity.

Although Lachlan usually keeps himself well-composed and rarely acts recklessly to harm others, Iris knew, his eyes, his nose, his lips, his teeth, every part of him she had encountered, all screamed lawlessness, carrying a powerful impact.

Gently pushing Lachlan away, Iris said, "I’m home, you can go now."

"Are you going to work at the Crawford Family tomorrow?" Lachlan glanced at Iris. She stood in the night, the dark background making her face look astonishingly fair.

"Mm, my desk is ready."

"President Crawford." Lachlan called out with his handsome face, "Tomorrow I’ll pick you up for work."

Iris didn’t respond, but gave him a cold look, and then turned to enter the villa, slamming the door shut.

In the long night, sleep eluded someone.

The next day, Iris woke up alone in her big bed. She turned on some Bluetooth music and carefully picked out an outfit from her closet, suitable for her first day as the female CEO of the Crawford Family. After matching jewelry, she went to brush her teeth, stepping to the staircase while brushing, glancing out through the floor-to-ceiling window.

That’s when she noticed a pitch-black Pagani Zonda parked outside.

A limited edition one, no less.

The owner seemed to notice her looking and rolled down the window, revealing an exceedingly handsome face. The man lightly honked the horn and beckoned to Iris through the window.

Such a charmer, Lachlan.

With an electric toothbrush in her mouth, which she had brought back last time, the same model as Lachlan’s, Iris gave him a withering look from a distance before striding off from the window, paying Lachlan no mind.

Lachlan, gripping the steering wheel, burst into laughter!

He just loved Iris’s indifference!