CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: WHOEVER PROVOKES HER DESERVES TO DIE!

This sudden change was like a thunder from the clear sky, shocking everyone in the private room with their expressions drastically changing!

Before Dane Rivers could react, the wine mercilessly poured down on his head, streaming into his mouth through his hair.

Held down, the man was somewhat stunned. Once he came to his senses, the icy liquid made his face turn pale, and he wanted to resist and struggle, shouting without a filter, "Do you f***ing know who I am! Let me go, I’ll beat you to death!"

Unexpectedly, someone dared to do this to him!

The accompanying hostesses nearby were also stunned; originally, they thought Iris Crawford would suffer a great loss and then admit her mistake obediently. Who would have thought that it was Dane Rivers who got pinned down by Iris Crawford!

Usually, Hector Sutton and his group relied on their "elite aristocrat" status, and no one ever dared to trample their dignity or lay hands on them—what a joke, who could bear the consequences of striking them?

But now, Iris Crawford seemed unconcerned, just making Dane Rivers’ dignity swept to the ground!

"Who are you?"

Iris Crawford sneered, pulling Dane Rivers’ hair from behind like a tyrant holding a knife over a doomed man’s head, "Beat me to death? Tell me, hey? Dane Rivers, who are you? What’s your status? Should I—bow three times and knock nine times when I see you in the future?"

The moment she said the last phrase, she forcefully pressed Dane Rivers’ head into the sofa, stuffing his nose tightly with the luxurious sofa fabric, causing him to struggle desperately but with his breathing obstructed, he couldn’t muster any strength. Who would still believe this was the most pampered young master of the Rivers Family!

The people nearby screamed, "Oh my god! There’s a fight! There’s really a fight!"

"Someone’s fighting!"

"Call the police! Someone’s fighting! What if something really happens!"

Who would have thought a woman would dare to strike a man? Clearly, Dane Rivers planned to splash wine on Iris Crawford’s face, but now he was left defenseless, even the vast gender disparity being directly overcome by Iris Crawford, she was simply—audacious!

"Let go!"

Hector Sutton was watching dumbfound from the side; in that instant, the murderous intent in Iris Crawford’s eyes was real, she was not joking with Dane Rivers, she had really gone hard!

"Let go?"

Iris Crawford grinned, "Come on, apologize."

Dane Rivers was lifted by his face by her, with his wet face completely drenched in wine. Iris Crawford tutted, "So ugly."

Who could still see the handsome, wealthy second-generation look in him?

Dane Rivers’ eyes were red with rage; he couldn’t believe he couldn’t handle a woman thinner and weaker than him? Why! To make him apologize?

"You’re dead wrong! Apologize? Just wait, you filthy woman, what’s wrong with scolding you a couple of times, did it hit a sore spot? Selling yourself, huh!"

"What’s wrong with scolding me a couple of times?"

Iris Crawford stood up, her high heels making a crisp sound. She fiercely tossed Dane Rivers back onto the sofa, and while rubbing her wet wrist soaked from the wine, said, "Your wine glass was already raised over my head, if I were weaker, I would be the one in this sorry state."

Everyone knew well that Dane Rivers was bullying others with arrogance, never knowing how to restrain himself. He said nasty words and made the first move, always thinking this time would be like the past, crushing the dignity of those opposing him.

Unexpectedly, someone even tougher directly beat him back.

Dane Rivers lay on the sofa, constantly rubbing his chest and wheezing, at this moment no one dared to step forward to help him.

Why?

Because the woman in front had a pair of eyes that were supposed to be slender and charming but were devoid of any human emotion.

Cold, numb, whoever provokes her deserves to die.

Why would a woman have such eyes more vicious than a man’s? What has she gone through? Dane Rivers pointed a finger at Iris Crawford, "You will pay for your actions today! You rotten-cheap woman, don’t think I will let it slide!"

Jeremy Carter found the scene quite fresh, for the first time seeing Dane Rivers losing to a woman, he whistled and whispered to Lachlan Wyatt, "You brought this woman, she’s trained?"

This woman fights so fiercely, not at all like other playful scuffles, every authentic move directly targeting Dane Rivers’ weaknesses.

Lachlan Wyatt admired Iris Crawford’s physique, watching her arms tighten and streamline due to exertion, as well as hair strands following through the air as she struck, packed with tension making it hard to look away.

This is what you call the aesthetics of violence.

Beautiful face, impressive in fights, precise in striking, ruthless in exertion.

How could there be such a... such a rebellious woman?

Nonetheless, James Chesterton lamented from the side, finding the situation too tense, definitely Dane Rivers wouldn’t lower his head to apologize, things would escalate turning this welcoming day for Lachlan Wyatt into a brawl, so James Chesterton advised, "Don’t bully him, Birdie, as an adult let it go, look at you, picking on a boy...No, it’s inappropriate..."

Iris Crawford wanted to laugh listening to James Chesterton’s words, if she were Dane Rivers, she’d surely die of shame now.

Leaning slightly forward, Iris Crawford took a napkin, padding Dane Rivers’ face, the man’s privileged upbringing resulted in excellent skin, and his fair face was marked with angry blushes, glaring viciously at Iris Crawford, she grinned, "Staring at me won’t help, you’re too useless, you’d lose again even if you tried several times."

The accompanying hostesses drew a sharp breath!

Oh my! The one who said this is actually, a woman!

Finishing like wiping drool from a dog, holding the napkin, she patted Dane Rivers’ face, her stunning features, supposed to be full of sexual hints and allure, however, now her face looked like a murderer’s to Dane Rivers.

For a moment, he seemed to see the soul behind her raising a Grim Reaper’s scythe.

What power does this woman... possess, that she’s even more mercilessly vicious than a man.

"I don’t care how you spoke to others before, or what you said." Iris Crawford glanced around, "Being a rich master seems you like lording over others. I didn’t come to teach you manners, your usual insults towards others aren’t my concern, I’m not that kind-hearted to take a stand for others. Just a word of advice, don’t talk like that to me in the future. Wild chicken? Those words are truly too foul, tut tut, I’m not one to bear it. My only edge is being fearless. Aggravate me again, the entire Rivers Family can’t save you, understand?"

Value life? She had died once, two years ago.

The moment the knife stuck into Iris Crawford’s body, it had already shattered her humanity.

It was then she finally awakened, realizing kindness was useless, look what her wholehearted passion brought her?

The woman who came back two years later had long since sacrificed her soul to the devil.

Conscience? Moral boundaries? When I had all of these, you met me with death. So now, I don’t need any of them. I’m here solely for revenge and to clear all obstacles.

I have abandoned my humanity and will never repeat my past mistakes.

James Chesterton reached from behind and took Iris Crawford’s hand. "Birdie... forget it, don’t scare him, he’s still young..."

"Nineteen isn’t that young," Iris leaned against James, but her gaze was fixed on Dane Rivers’ fair face. "He was just spoiled by the Rivers Family."

To say he was spoiled like that, Iris really was a master of killing someone with words!

Hector Sutton gave a look, and a trembling hostess stood up to support Dane Rivers, "I... I’ll take you to the restroom to freshen up, Young Master Rivers."

Dane Rivers’ face was pale, as if he’d lost his soul, being helped out by the hostess, leaving the remaining group in the private room staring at one another.

Iris hooked her arm through James’ and sat down, crossing her legs and stuffing a piece of watermelon in her mouth, "Why are you all looking at me? Isn’t today to welcome Young Master Wyatt?"

Lachlan Wyatt was especially cheerful, "I thought you wanted to be the star today."

Iris replied without thinking, "Dane Rivers was asking for it, he provoked me."

Lachlan nodded profoundly, "Yes, he was indeed asking for it." Iris had indeed taught him a big lesson, and it seemed he would suffer from it for a long time.

Hector Sutton was shocked, "Wyatt, you’re actually siding with her..."

Lachlan laughed, "Isn’t it funny? I think it’s time for Rivers to do some self-reflection. If you have any objections, go and fight her yourself, for Rivers’ sake."

Hector held back, not expecting that a group of men would actually... be daunted by a woman’s prowess.

Iris glanced at James; look at how handsome and composed James was, standing out like a crane among chickens in this crowd.

James noticed Iris looking at him and immediately raised his hand, "Don’t look at me like that. Mainly because I’ve known you longer, and I can’t beat you."

...

Lachlan motioned to Iris, raising an eyebrow as he saw her and James sticking together, "Come sit here."

Iris made a sound in acknowledgment, without much protest, obediently stood up and sat over, raising her glass gracefully, "I’m also here to welcome Young Master Wyatt."

Lachlan wanted to laugh, looking at her charming smile now. Who would believe she’d just been cold and fierce, hitting someone? Keeping this woman around was incredibly amusing, never dry or dull.

Only Hector Sutton couldn’t resist, "How can you change faces so quickly?"

******

In the restroom, Dane Rivers washed his face under the faucet to lessen the smell of alcohol. Iris had drenched his head completely, and now the wine was sliding down his neck into his clothes.

Clenching his teeth, Dane stared at himself in the mirror, aside from his awful character, his face was really fair and beautiful. Now, with wet hair clinging to his face combined with a hateful gaze, he looked both youthful and fierce. He glanced at the woman standing outside and called out, "Hey."

The hostess outside jolted in fear and responded immediately, "Yes, Young Master, I’m here."

"Go grab me a towel - the men’s room is out," Dane ordered bluntly, and the hostess had no choice but to comply, heading to the women’s restroom. Just as her footsteps faded, another female voice sounded outside, "Young Master Rivers..."

Dane frowned and went out to take a look, "Who are you?"

The newcomer was dressed flamboyantly, one glance was enough to tell she wasn’t a good sort, sidling up to Dane, "Young Master Rivers, I’m Yvonne Jennings."

Yvonne Jennings?

Cautious, Dane asked, "What do you want?"

After all, she was Jordan Jacobs’ fiancée, so maybe she deserved some respect.

Yvonne slipped a packet of medicine into Dane’s hand, "Young Master Rivers, I heard about what happened in the private room earlier, this is for you..."

Instinctively, Dane knew she had no good intentions. Although he hated Iris, he didn’t want to be used. "What’s your reason for this?"

"That woman broke up my engagement..." Yvonne was truly a born actress. She had been secretly following Iris’ every move. The hostess in the room earlier was her bribed insider. Knowing Dane and Iris were now at odds, she came to fan the flames, using Dane’s current grudge against Iris for her own revenge.

After embellishing on Iris disrupting her wedding, Dane mistook Iris as Jordan Jacobs’ mistress, breaking up Yvonne and Jordan’s relationship, deepening his loathing towards her, "I knew she was a bitch!"

"So, I thought... Young Master Rivers, we could work together to make her suffer," Yvonne put on a pitiable expression, turning "using" into "collaborating," slyly deceitful, "I just want to protect my marriage and help you get some satisfaction, see her humiliate herself... Once she passes out and wakes up in the hotel the next day, I’ll arrange for a lot of reporters to be waiting outside, she’ll be utterly ruined!"

Dane’s gaze turned severe.

Ten minutes later, Dane returned to the private room. Upon his return, not speaking and amidst the tense atmosphere, Iris naturally spared him no attention but failed to notice Dane’s gaze fixed on her drinking movements.

Engrossed in conversation with James, Iris unknowingly drank the peculiar drink.

After twenty minutes, Iris realized something was wrong with her condition.

Sitting beside Lachlan, she felt a surge of dizziness and heat. The woman wanted to stand up and wash her face with cold water to sober up but stumbled while getting up, instinctively pulling on Lachlan’s tie for balance.

Lachlan’s sharp eyes showed a hint of surprise at Iris’ uncharacteristically disheveled motion. This woman, who was always calm and attractive, what’s going on now?

Had she overexerted herself hitting Dane?

In the end, Iris fell straight into Lachlan’s arms. With one touch, Lachlan noticed her abnormal warmth. Iris squinted, pointed to the glass, and panted, "There’s something in it."

Wasn’t that Lachlan’s glass? Did someone drug Lachlan’s drink?

Hector Sutton realized something was off, "What’s happening?"

The previously strong and beautiful woman now seemed utterly defeated?

Lachlan chuckled coldly, took the glass to examine it for a moment, sniffed it, and then his dark eyes narrowed sharply. He smashed the glass on the ground, "Still can’t see it? This was fucking directed at me!"