CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: LACHLAN WYATT TAKES HER AWAY—ANOTHER WOMAN?

Hearing Lachlan Wyatt so anxious, William Thorne laughed out loud; he enjoyed seeing Lachlan Wyatt’s stubborn facade. When Iris Crawford really left, the one hurt and sad would still be him.

Opening the car door, William Thorne said, "There’s progress on the matters over in Zelaria, I’m here to deliver the news as well."

"Give it to Iris Crawford." Lachlan Wyatt supported his chin with his hand, "She’s more interested in these things."

This woman... Although she always claimed not to meddle in others’ affairs, she never backed down when it was time to step up.

Yet William Thorne raised an eyebrow, "You’re not planning to help out too?"

"It’s only because of Iris Crawford that I pay slight attention to these matters." Lachlan Wyatt’s face was pale and stern as he spoke; his expression showed no change, "The truth is, other people’s life and death have never mattered to me."

In this world, whether men or women are victimized, he has no desire to understand.

Lachlan Wyatt is a beast, merely pretending to be human during his daily act.

Pretending to have sympathy, pretending to resonate, acting so well that he even fooled himself.

No matter how well he acts like a person, what’s unchanged is, within his heart, not a shred of... pity for his kind being hurt.

William Thorne started the car, "Let’s go find Patrick Pierce. I’ll say I’m here to deliver documents to Iris Crawford so that she doesn’t kick me out along with you."

Lachlan Wyatt snorted, "You’re sure Iris Crawford will tell me to get lost?"

William Thorne smiled meaningfully.

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Twenty minutes later, at the entrance of Patrick Pierce’s villa, Iris Crawford stood expressionless in front of Lachlan Wyatt, "What are you doing here?"

Lachlan Wyatt was surprised to face closed doors; he didn’t expect Iris Crawford’s attitude to be so bad, he clicked his tongue, "Are you still angry?"

William Thorne followed behind Lachlan Wyatt and greeted, seeing him, Iris Crawford’s expression brightened, "Hello Handsome Thorne."

Ha, William Thorne is a handsome guy, but what about him? Not even an address?

Just as Lachlan Wyatt was about to say something, Iris Crawford turned her head, and her face turned sour once more.

Not at all like her attitude towards William Thorne.

Lachlan Wyatt felt unpleasant, "Iris Crawford, we came to see Patrick Pierce."

Iris Crawford, not being unreasonable, heard this and stepped aside for Lachlan Wyatt, "Go inside, everyone from the crew is here."

Walking past Iris Crawford, William Thorne noticed the fading kiss marks on her neck, everything became clear in his mind. He lowered his voice and said to Lachlan Wyatt mischievously, "You really screw things up."

No wonder Iris Crawford is ignoring him, serves him right!

Although Lachlan Wyatt said he came to see Patrick Pierce, his gaze constantly wandered toward Iris Crawford. He itched with resentment at William Thorne’s teasing tone, "Say one more word and see if I don’t punch you."

Inside, several people sat resting with varied expressions, likely still not over the shocking confrontation scene with Vincent Paxton earlier.

Seeing Lachlan Wyatt, Noelle Rivers jumped up in fright, lowered her head nervously, "Young Master Young Master Wyatt, why are you here!"

Hearing Noelle Rivers, Vera, who had been playing with her phone, immediately brightened; she wasn’t just here keeping surface relations. Surprised, Lachlan Wyatt came indeed!

Lachlan Wyatt’s status far surpassed the fragile Jacobs Family behind her, didn’t it?

Vera immediately had a thought, tidying herself, and pretended to be shy as she spoke to Lachlan Wyatt, "Yes, Young Master Wyatt, why are you here?"

William Thorne saw through Vera’s act instantly; he didn’t believe Lachlan Wyatt couldn’t as well. He answered on Lachlan Wyatt’s behalf, "Just came by to see friends, and to find Iris Crawford."

William Thorne’s meaning was clear, involving Iris Crawford means they’re with Iris Crawford’s side, yet Vera, confident, perked up upon hearing Iris Crawford.

Your people around Iris Crawford, I resolutely will take away!

Vera stood up, adjusting her hair, saw Lachlan Wyatt sitting, followed and sat close, attempting to lean toward Lachlan Wyatt, "Today was really scary, a lot of big names were stirred in the circle, who knew... who knew you two would also come."

Iris Crawford stood at the doorway unmoved; for Vera’s petty moves, she merely rolled her eyes and shrugged, "Why don’t you chat first? There are many people today, won’t bother Patrick Pierce, I’m leaving first."

"Wait a moment, Iris Crawford." William Thorne waved his hand, "Come, there are some things to discuss."

Iris Crawford was surprised, "Is it about the developments overseas?"

"Yes."

William Thorne handed over a USB drive, "All the information is inside, Anne Sawyer asked me to give it to you. I was an undercover there, discovered some secrets."

"Such a risky thing, really troubled you." Hearing William Thorne say this, Iris Crawford was moved, took the USB drive, and walked toward the second floor of Patrick Pierce’s place, "Where’s the computer?"

Patrick Pierce, sitting lazily on the central sofa, said, "The study on the second floor, go ahead."

Iris Crawford greeted and left everyone downstairs, not glancing at Lachlan Wyatt through it all.

Lachlan Wyatt was stuck with Vera as it was, now Iris Crawford’s indifference added to his irritation. Picking up his cup with a wider motion, somehow bumped into Vera.

The woman lost grip on her cup, spilled water all over her dress.

Vera was shocked, "Ah, Young Master Wyatt, this... this!"

Noelle, watching from the other side, was a bit stunned too. If the dress got wet, wouldn’t Young Master Wyatt have to compensate Vera?

"Sorry."

Lachlan Wyatt’s Adam’s apple moved up and down as he reached for a tissue, "My apologies."

Vera couldn’t be happier if Lachlan got in trouble with her! This way, her relationship with Lachlan would only grow closer, so she coyly said, "Young Master Wyatt must have done it unintentionally, I don’t blame you. It’s just this dress... this dress can’t get wet; it’s a handmade, high-end limited edition..."

Patrick Pierce rolled his eyes, clearly thinking that Vera intentionally stuck too close to Lachlan so that even drinking water could cause a mishap, and now she was pinning the blame on him!

Hearing Vera say this, Lachlan asked about the brand of her dress and then frowned, "Is it that troublesome?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine..." Vera hung her head pitifully, seemingly trying to invoke Lachlan’s compassion, "I don’t mind, that brand’s clothes are fragile, I accidentally stained one before, turned out it couldn’t touch water..."

"Never heard of them." Lachlan remarked indifferently, "Probably too cheap for me to notice."

"..."

Vera’s expression almost twisted, as she forced a smile, wiping the tea stains on her leg, while striking a charming pose and saying weakly, "Young Master Wyatt must be exposed to far better things than me, so it’s normal not to know... Just a pity about my dress, globally limited edition, and now it’s ruined."

"Oh." Lachlan said seriously, "If such an obscure brand gets dirty, just toss it."

Globally limited edition! And you just call it an obscure brand!

Patrick Pierce and Noelle Rivers almost burst out laughing, and yet Lachlan very seriously advised Vera, "You’re a celebrity, wear less of such things in the future, they lower your value."

William Thorne figured it out, Lachlan wasn’t mocking the dress, he was sarcastically jabbing at Vera’s worth!

Vera clenched the hem of her dress, tears welling in her eyes, initially she had come to mock Patrick Pierce, but now she was the one being mocked, how could she endure this?

Damn you, Iris Crawford! It’s all your fault! They are all twisted around by you, that’s why they’re excluding me!

So Vera, not giving up, moved closer to Lachlan and said, "Young Master Wyatt, you’re right, maybe you could recommend some brands to me, so I can do some research and have something suitable for the next event."

Lachlan clicked his tongue, "You need me to teach you? You’re the celebrity, or am I?"

Vera said sweetly, "I just want to see Young Master Wyatt’s taste!"

Any normal man would be unable to resist her flirtatious tone and expression, couldn’t help but grin ear to ear.

But unfortunately, the man she was cozying up to was Lachlan.

Lachlan, looking handsome as he frowned, said, "Not talking about this now, I’m here to see Patrick Pierce, if everything’s fine, I’ll head back."

Patrick Pierce immediately said from the sofa opposite, "I’m fine, you can leave."

William Thorne figured that dealing with Vera wasn’t going anywhere, so he stood up and cleared his throat saying to Vera, "How about this, we’ll take you to a boutique to choose a dress as an apology, considering the dress is indeed valuable."

Without sending a dress back, who knows to what extent Vera might blow this thing out of proportion.

Although Lachlan didn’t want to do it, he had to admit it was the best solution, to quickly rid themselves of Vera, he gave William a look, "Let’s go, now, get it done and over with."

To the outsiders, it seemed Lachlan just wanted to quickly deal with the trouble. To Vera, this was Lachlan taking her to buy a dress!

No woman ever got to go shopping with Lachlan!

At this point, Vera didn’t care if her dress was wet, she stood up beaming, still trying to act gracious and gentle, "Young Master Wyatt, you’re such a gentleman, thank you for thinking of me."

Who the hell’s thinking about you.

A curse almost slipped out of Lachlan’s mouth but he held it back, wearing a look of reluctance as he led Vera out, William waved from behind, "I’ll drive them."

"Alright, safe journey."

Patrick Pierce watched them leave, and after a while, said towards the walkway on the second floor, "They’re gone, you can come out now."

The study door was ajar, being pulled open from inside, and Iris Crawford walked out, sounding stifled, "Glad they’re gone, so noisy."

Noelle hadn’t left, seeing Iris like this made her anxious, "Iris, Vera is after your boyfriend, you can’t let her win!"

"He’s not my boyfriend." Iris’s voice was a bit rough, "If he wants to take her shopping, let him, it’s not my business."

Patrick Pierce looked at Iris for a long moment, then suddenly grinned, "Don’t be upset, it’s just a dress, let’s go."

"Go where?"

Iris froze, Patrick Pierce had just announced his retirement not long ago, shouldn’t he be devastated? Why didn’t he seem that way? On the contrary, he seemed like... a weight had been lifted.

Having returned to being an ordinary person, shedding the celebrity aura, he looked all the more vigorous.

He seemed washed-up, but was he truly defeated?

He lost face, lost fans, lost the love of thousands. But he gained freedom.

"Lachlan’s off buying a dress for someone else." Patrick Pierce pulled out a bank card, smirked at Iris, and said, "I’ll take you shopping too, with Noelle as your advisor, how about it?"