CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: NO NEED TO FEEL SORRY FOR THAT SCUMBAG EX-HUSBAND!

After being hung up on, Jordan Jacobs couldn’t hide his frustration. Even though he was eager to seize the opportunity to collaborate with Lachlan Wyatt, he was still considered a notable young master in the circle. Was Lachlan Wyatt really so arrogant, not showing him any respect?

He had already humbled himself to call and explain, but Lachlan’s assistant didn’t even listen and hung up immediately. Wasn’t this a slap in Jordan Jacobs’ face!

Clenching his teeth, Jordan felt that ever since that strange woman showed up, everything had gone haywire, and nothing went his way! It was just too unlucky!

However, despite his resentment, Jordan Jacobs still had to collect himself and go to The Wyatt Group to show his stance. Besides, if it weren’t for Howard Jennings’ foolishness, things might not have reached this state today.

Taking a deep breath, Jordan asked his assistant to arrange his schedule, sent a message to the front desk of The Wyatt Group, and prepared to go downstairs to meet Lachlan.

That evening, as Jordan Jacobs’ business car stopped below The Wyatt Group’s building, he could hear several young women gasping when he reached the lobby.

"Isn’t that Young Master Jacobs from the Jacobs Family?"

"So handsome..."

"He got married again recently, did you hear about that?"

When Jordan Jacobs heard others gossip about his wedding day, his face changed suddenly. But facing strangers, he couldn’t show it and could only let the rumors brush past him as he walked to the front desk. The receptionist recognized him and quickly led the way, "Young Master Jacobs, why are you here so quickly..."

"Our representative caused you trouble." Speaking with a deliberately soft and low tone, Jordan said, "So I had to come personally to show my sincerity."

These words seemed intentionally spoken for the people at The Wyatt Group, but they were quite effective.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, others nearby whispered in agreement, nodding.

"The subordinate failed, and the boss apologizes personally; Young Master Jacobs is indeed commendable."

"I’m not sure about the truth of other things, but at least he’s willing to come forward in person, which shows a lot of sincerity..."

"Thankfully, with such a boss restoring public trust, otherwise the Jacobs Family’s reputation would have hit rock bottom."

Hearing them, Jordan Jacobs sneered internally. If it weren’t for that oblivious assistant hanging up on him, he wouldn’t have bothered to make this trip, making it seem like the Jacobs Family was obsequiously kissing up to The Wyatt Group...

But since he was already there, he had to put on a show to repair his image.

Amidst the ignorant but admiring gazes, Jordan Jacobs was led to the previous meeting room. Looking at the empty doorway, he was stunned.

"Uh... where’s the door that used to be here?"

The doors were a pair, one on each side, so why was there just a door frame without doors? Leaving one half of the door dangling in the frame...

Seeing the frame was slightly tilted, surely The Wyatt Group wasn’t that shabby...

The receptionist glanced at him and nonchalantly said, "Oh, President Wyatt kicked one side of the door off."

Kicked it off.

... What on earth had Lachlan Wyatt done to be able to kick a door off like that!

Taking a deep breath, Jordan Jacobs forced a smile and said, "I’ll wait for you inside then, thanks for leading the way."

His handsome face still managed to make the receptionist feel love-struck, and she nodded before going to notify Lachlan.

But five minutes later, standing before Jordan Jacobs was not Lachlan Wyatt, but Iris Crawford.

She walked in wearing high heels, with documents in hand, into the meeting room where Howard Jennings had previously caused a scene, and then slammed the documents onto the table.

She didn’t treat Jordan Jacobs as a guest at all.

Jordan Jacobs was stunned, looking at the woman who appeared before him. He stood up abruptly, "Why is it you?!"

Iris Crawford looked at him with a cheerful smile, "Why can’t it be me?"

Isn’t it surprising, Jordan Jacobs, that the fat girl you used to look down on is now sitting before you.

However, Iris didn’t expose anything but handed over the documents, "Your company sent a representative before but couldn’t settle the matter. I’m surprised by your sincerity, coming personally now."

Her words were professional and courteous, yet her actions showed no such courtesy.

Frowning, Jordan Jacobs felt she was giving him a hard time, "Howard Jennings was indeed unprofessional. We’ve dealt with him—he’s been sent back and will resume work in a month..."

"I thought he would be directly fired."

Iris stood up to pour herself a glass of water without caring whether Jordan Jacobs, the guest, was thirsty. Sitting down, crossing her shapely legs, she took a sip of water, moistening her throat, and said, "I didn’t expect your company to be so reluctant to part with this ’talent.’"

Hearing the sarcasm in her words, Jordan Jacobs clenched the documents, the paper making a rustling sound under his sudden grip, and then he forced a grin, saying through gritted teeth, "Firing isn’t the attitude of a major company."

"If such talent still requires going through a process to be fired... it only shows that your company isn’t particularly professional in its crisis management." Iris lifted a corner of her lips, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Such things would never happen at The Wyatt Group. And if they did, Young Master Wyatt would directly slam the table and fire them, ensuring such bad apples don’t affect the company’s future. I reckon Howard Jennings must have some exceptional qualities, for the Jacobs Group to protect him like this."

Exceptional qualities... she’s hinting that Howard Jennings got in through connections, backed by Yvonne Jennings!

This was the first time Jordan Jacobs had been openly mocked like this, yet he couldn’t lose his temper. His dislike and wariness toward the woman before him reached their peak. He said, "Since he’s already been kicked out of your company, why does the secretary still hold on? How the Jacobs Group handles its people is, of course, the Jacobs Group’s business."

Iris nodded, knowing when to pull back, and then said to Jordan, "You should take a look at the documents. We altered a few clauses in the contract, which warrant further discussion."

After Howard Jennings’ disruption, even if Jordan didn’t agree with those contract amendments, he had to reluctantly agree, since it was their company’s fault initially, resulting in a compromise on interests.

This woman could switch faces at a moment’s notice, from sarcasm to seriousness, catching him off guard.

Clearly, he couldn’t parry her jabs.

Jordan Jacobs felt indignant inside, but he still glanced at the documents. The demands from The Wyatt Group were within their concession limits. Earlier, such trivial matters could be handled by any assistant, but now it required him, the head honcho, to step in... Jordan felt it particularly humiliating. To salvage his dignity and glean information about Iris, he asked her, "Have we met before?"

Iris’s expression changed, and then she smiled charmingly, "Young Master Jacobs, those questions irrelevant to my work; I’m under no obligation to answer you."

"I know."

Hearing Iris say that only made Jordan more eager, "Do you know... your timing was impeccable, and why did you mention the kidnapping case from back when I was getting married, tell me, who are you!"

Why bring up the kidnapping from back then.

Of course, it’s to get back at you, you scumbag.

But Iris Crawford didn’t say it out loud and just put on a fake smile, playing tai chi with Jordan Jacobs, "It has nothing to do with work, I refuse to answer."

Tsk.

Looking at the door of the meeting room, there was already only half of it left, and the other half was just left open. Jordan Jacobs compared the angle, and the remaining half just perfectly blocked the position where they were now sitting and talking. So he moved his chair forward and said, "You remind me of my ex-wife."

Ex-wife.

These two words were like a thorn in Iris Crawford’s heart.

A hint of red had colored her eyes without her noticing, yet Iris still maintained a professional smile, "Oh? Why is Young Master Jacobs suddenly telling me this?"

"Did she send you to find me?"

Suddenly, Jordan Jacobs reached out and took Iris Crawford’s hand, gripping it tightly.

He had never been this physically close to her before, and Iris was like being electrocuted, immediately shaking off Jordan Jacobs’ hand, "What are you doing!"

It was rare for her to be so emotionally stirred, which made Jordan Jacobs even more anxious inside, "My ex-wife is not dead, right? Tell me, she sent you to the wedding scene to warn me she’s not dead, isn’t that right?"

"You really have a vivid imagination."

Iris laughed blindingly, "Could it be that you indulged in your ex-wife’s death!"

"I!" Jordan Jacobs was blocked by Iris’s words and after a while, his voice suddenly lowered, "If she’s not dead, please tell me... tell me where she is... Iris, my ex-wife’s name is Iris Crawford. We were married for a few years, and we even had a child."

If it weren’t for the things that happened before, perhaps Jordan Jacobs’s appearance would have moved Iris to immediately reunite with him and rekindle the old flame.

But after hearing Jordan Jacobs’s words, Iris’s heart chilled straight down.

"You’re just trying to confirm from me whether your ex-wife is dead or not, and where she is, so it’s convenient for you to go find her." In an instant, Iris’s gaze was like a killing blade, cold and sharp, sneering at the corner of her mouth, "Then make sure she never opens her mouth again!"

Jordan Jacobs’s face changed dramatically, why was the woman in front of him so sharp and intelligent?

An unfeeling, selfish Jordan Jacobs, who values reputation and power above all, how could he possibly regret wanting to make amends with his ex-wife?

He was simply testing whether his ex-wife was dead or not. If she was dead, it would be best; if not, pretend to be deep and sentimental, get the whereabouts from her mouth, and then go after his ex-wife!

Almost got deceived by him... That guilty tone, those earnest eyes, as if... there was really love between them.

Iris suddenly stood up from the chair, "So forget it, Young Master Jacobs. First, I won’t tell you things unrelated to work. If the contract is confirmed, then let’s proceed to the signing stage as soon as possible. Second, whether your ex-wife is alive or dead has nothing to do with you. From the moment you chose another woman, she was already completely gone, no need for you to now reminisce about her with such a pretentious tone later!"

If he truly loved her, how could he choose to remarry on his ex-wife’s "death anniversary"?

That’s aiming to destroy her heart!

Hearing Iris say this, Jordan Jacobs’s heart suddenly ached.

Just for that moment, although it wasn’t heavy, it was particularly noticeable, so obvious that he couldn’t even ignore it himself.

Why... Jordan Jacobs looked at the woman in front of him, why would he feel... an irresistible sadness facing her?

He too stood up, "Listen to me, it wasn’t like that back then. If you can contact Iris Crawford, please tell her for me..."

"I do not wish to pass on anything for you."

Iris looked at Jordan Jacobs, feeling an all-encompassing chill, back then she loved him so much, yet ended up like this, Jordan Jacobs, you’re such a good actor, you won’t deceive her anymore!

Jordan Jacobs didn’t expect that no matter how hard or soft he pushed, he could not get even a tiny bit of news about Iris from this woman’s mouth. Suddenly, he became furious, clenching his fingers, "Then you! If you can’t tell me anything about Iris, why not tell me who you are! You repeatedly provoke me..."

"Who am I? I’m Young Master Wyatt’s assistant, any other identity is none of your business, Young Master Jacobs should know better than Howard Jennings, right?"

The implication was to warn Jordan Jacobs not to mess around, otherwise he would end up like Howard Jennings, thrown out by security guards!

Jordan Jacobs stared intently at Iris’s face, trying to see any different emotions, but there was none. Iris’s expression was like an emotionless mask, he couldn’t break through her defenses at all.

Jordan Jacobs doubted inwardly, this woman couldn’t be his ex-wife because his ex-wife couldn’t resist him, she obeyed his every word, how could she suddenly become like this?

His expression changed, then he put on a gentle front again, "Then it seems I misunderstood..."

Clenching his fingers, Jordan Jacobs naturally measured up to be more considerate than Howard Jennings and would not do such things that cut off his own retreat. He was more sophisticated and insidious, and retreating now was just to make it easier to test again later.

He pulled a piece of paper off the meeting table and took out his pen, unscrewing the cap, writing down a string of numbers and an address on the paper.

He stuffed it into Iris’s hand, scratching her palm with his finger, then lowered his tone, saying in a voice that girls would like, "This is my contact information, if you change your mind, come find me anytime."

Iris felt a chill spread over her body, and then Jordan Jacobs signed the document Iris had just brought, "This way, we can officially proceed with the process."

Originally, Jordan Jacobs came to see Young Master Wyatt. Seeing this woman was also worth the trip, he then said in a respectable manner, "Regarding Howard Jennings’s earlier incident, on behalf of our company, I offer our apology, and please convey it to Young Master Wyatt. Hopefully, our two companies won’t have any rift because of this."

See, he’s such a performer.

Iris used to think Lachlan Wyatt was fake, but now she thinks Lachlan seems genuine to the extreme, unlike Jordan Jacobs, willing to say shameless words without a change of face to achieve his goals.

Iris didn’t speak, and Jordan Jacobs turned and left. His footsteps disappeared, and Iris took a breath, but just as she breathed out, another set of footsteps came from outside.

Lachlan Wyatt walked in with a smile, "How does it feel to be alone with your ex-husband, is it thrilling?"

Iris looked expressionless, "Are you here to mock me?"

"I saw him sneak something to you."

Lachlan had an exquisite and beautiful face, even when mocking someone, his facial features were exceptionally handsome. He deliberately said meaningfully, "Could it be... to renew the relationship?"

Iris frowned, "No need to make me sick with that tone." Who would be foolish enough to reconcile with Jordan Jacobs?

"Just checking if you still like him."

Lachlan leisurely crossed his arms and looked at Iris, "To go back and be hurt by him again."