CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, ALL OF YOU!

The air around Lachlan Wyatt felt chilly, and Iris Crawford forced a smile, "Oh, Pierce’s fans, they definitely shield their idol..."

"They curse you like that, and you’re still quite happy?"

Lachlan found it pointless and handed the phone back to Iris.

Most of the fans were fighting for Patrick Pierce. In their eyes, the twenty-something Pierce was still a child, easily deceived by the bad women in society. They refused to believe it was Pierce’s own choice.

Only a few commented, saying this sister’s side profile is beautiful, a perfect match.

A perfect match.

Lachlan sneered, "But some fans do praise you two as a perfect match."

Iris said, "What can I do? Blame me for being rich and beautiful?"

Lachlan truly thought Iris was sometimes overly indifferent. He was mocking her and Patrick Pierce, yet she went along with it.

Changing his tone, Lachlan added, "But you and he aren’t suitable."

Iris, smiling, wrapped her arms around Lachlan’s neck, getting very close, as if with ulterior motives, and asked, "Then what about me and Young Master Wyatt?"

Sensing Lachlan tightening his grip on her hand, Iris leaned even closer, their breaths intertwined, her lips nearly touching the corner of Lachlan’s.

If she spoke again, their tongues would touch.

Hearing Iris say this, Lachlan chuckled too, as if they were sparring. He admitted Iris was quite adept at handling men and occasionally impacted him, yet—

"You’re a married woman, shouldn’t you be asking someone else?" Lachlan dug out Iris’s barely hidden pain and lightly stomped on it, to show he didn’t care about her wound, "Why not ask your once beloved Jordan Jacobs if you two are suitable?"

Iris clenched her teeth tightly, as if suddenly awakened from ambiguity, holding her chest as she softly exclaimed, "Lachlan, you really know how to hurt someone’s heart."

Lachlan cupped her face, planted a kiss on her forehead, ignoring Iris’s trembling eyelashes. He blew gently and said, "Hurting you is something I can’t afford to do."

Dangerous emotions are indeed addictive.

Iris leaned on Lachlan’s shoulder for a long time, as if finally shedding her usual aloof exterior. At this moment, she closed her eyes, rested her chin on Lachlan’s shoulder, her breath seemed to be faintly trembling.

This past indeed touched Iris’s sore spot the most. Lachlan’s words made Iris quiet down, not even having the energy or humor to banter back. She leaned quietly, until Lachlan’s body stiffened, and when he touched Iris, he found she seemed to have fallen asleep unknowingly while leaning against his shoulder.

Iris never had much sense of security, and her sleeping posture was particularly defensive. Lachlan carried her horizontally to the bedroom, and after laying her down, he lowered his head and gently touched Iris’s face.

His fingers brushed over her lip corner, landing on her lip peak.

When Iris was overweight, no one could see any resemblance between her and The Crawford Family. Now that she’s slimmed down, it must be said, she looks too similar.

"No wonder he mistook you all."

Lachlan released his hand with a smile, his eyes devoid of any emotion for Iris. Glancing out at the night outside the window, Lachlan fell into silence.

******

When Iris woke up, she found more than a dozen missed calls on her phone, all from her brother, Orion Crawford.

Looking at it, she saw her phone was on silent.

Turning her head, she discovered Lachlan lying next to her.

The first time it had been a bit of a shock, now it was just a slight surprise, and Iris sat up in bed.

Carefully feeling it, her body still didn’t have any other sensations of pain, oh, nothing happened yesterday.

She shook Lachlan awake, "Why did you mute my phone?"

Lachlan groggily woke up and said, "Orion’s calls were too annoying..."

As she redialed, she placed a finger on Lachlan’s lips, indicating he shouldn’t make a sound, "Hello? Brother, did you need something from me—"

"You should check online now!" Orion’s voice was anxious with worry, "After the issue with Howard Jennings was exposed, people compared and found out the woman in the video is you, the one with a mysterious relationship with Patrick Pierce, and now they’re calling for you two to break up!"

Break...break up?

Iris was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "I’ll check on Weibo, and call you back, brother."

After hanging up, she opened Weibo, and various messages flooded in, even on the trending list with the prominent title "New Girlfriend of Film Emperor Suspected Mistress Video Leaked." Iris clicked to see it, wasn’t it just her looking cool and arrogant holding a bottle fighting!

Yvonne Jennings really went all out, dragging her down with this video and linking it to her Weibo, pushing it to the trending topics.

Laughing coldly, Iris glanced at her private messages, filled with all kinds of vicious attacks, with some going to her comment section to curse her—You mistress, get lost, don’t ruin my brother’s reputation!

Iris laughed coldly, and next to her, Lachlan leaned in, placing his head on her thigh, looking up at her chin from her lap, "Being cyberbullied? How does it feel?"

"Neither painful nor itchy."

Iris Crawford didn’t pay any attention to these matters. She freed herself from Lachlan Wyatt, stood up, and walked barefoot on the sleek floor. Her graceful back should have appeared soft and lovely, but there was a certain tenacity about it. She said, "After experiencing death, why would I be afraid of something like this?"

That afternoon, a renowned perfume brand released their official anniversary shooting materials, and standing together in the ad were none other than Iris Crawford and Patrick Pierce.

Her appearance once again caused a stir. Since Patrick Pierce also had a high traffic following, it almost crashed the entire app. Several times the comments section experienced bugs, causing even Iris Crawford’s own browsing on Weibo to lag terribly.

While eating at the base, she almost slammed her chopsticks. Iris clicked her tongue, "Why is Weibo so laggy!"

Sarah Shaw said quietly, "You need to reflect on yourself... it’s your fault."

"Is it my fault?" Iris finally saw her photos load, she said, "How nice do they look."

"..." Sarah Shaw thought Iris had a big heart. At such a critical moment when everyone was focusing on what this woman was all about, what was Iris doing?

What about Iris? Iris... Iris was at the base, nibbling at a chopstick and munching on crab meat delightfully.

It seemed her appetite was even better because of this.

Lachlan Wyatt, standing by the side, said, "Do you think Iris is stupid? If she can make a big name for herself, she’d be more than willing to."

Sarah Shaw couldn’t quite process it, but James Chesterton next to her slapped his forehead, "Could Iris really want fame? Planning to become an internet celebrity to earn a side income?"

"...Your thought process is quite unique."

Lachlan Wyatt scrolled through the trending topics on his phone, looking at the woman diligently eating crab sticks, shook his head annoyed yet amused, "Yvonne Jennings wants to use public opinion against her, to drive her into the ground with no place to hide, so why not just use this to her advantage?"

"The matter is getting bigger. When her true identity is uncovered one day, guess who will be more at ease, Iris Crawford or Jordan Jacobs?"

James Chesterton gasped sharply, "Iris is using this to make everyone aware of Jordan Jacobs and the kidnapping case back then!"

The homewrecker would definitely be unraveled so thoroughly. If someone uncovered this person as Jordan’s wife back then, Iris Crawford, wouldn’t the story...flip?

This woman truly has a strong heart, both ruthless and rational, able to turn the tables even when at a disadvantage...

No wonder she’s so at ease; she’s hoping for even more public outcry. Yvonne Jennings thought she could make Iris Crawford a pariah, yet Iris is using public opinion to openly reveal the past truth... At that moment, those who once called her a homewrecker will become slaps in Yvonne’s face.

First suppression and then rise, playing the fool to catch the tiger...

Such a clever, frightful woman.

Next to them, Patrick Pierce and Martin Hawthorne were playing "Killers of the Three Kingdoms", and Martin Hawthorne coldly played out a Fortune Pouch Token card - killing with a borrowed knife.

Lachlan Wyatt squinted his eyes; wasn’t this precisely a move to kill with a borrowed knife? If Jordan Jacobs could foresee what would happen next, he’d certainly hate Yvonne Jennings for making such a big deal and having the Jennings Family release videos. Otherwise, it would have just been their circle’s issue; now, it’s known by all.

"Martin Hawthorne, are you free lately?" Having finished the whole crab at last, Iris put down her chopsticks and looked at Martin through the hollowed-out crab pincers, "I need to go ask for some interest from Yvonne Jennings and Jordan Jacobs."

Martin paused, his voice still indifferent, "Need any help?"

Iris clicked her finger joints twice, "Here’s the thing, although I’m grateful to Yvonne Jennings for building momentum for me online, it’s still a bit annoying. I initially said for Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings to get out in three days, but because I’m unhappy now, I decided to reclaim the house right now."

Iris grinned, showing her white teeth, "Want to come with me?"

With the world’s top Muay Thai champion escorting her, Yvonne Jennings and Jordan Jacobs would indeed have no way to deal with her.

Iris always liked to bully others with her position, saving time and effort. Thus, she stepped forward, hooked Martin’s muscular arm, and said, "Let’s go, let’s kick them out!"

Martin Hawthorne: "..." Anything is fine, but could you wash your hands after picking crabs before touching me?

Yvonne Jennings was still laughing at the villa, in a very good mood alongside Jordan Jacobs, watching the internet tear down Iris Crawford. It seemed like they were reclaiming the dignity they had lost a while back. Yvonne felt a sense of vindication, waving the phone before Jordan Jacobs, "Jacobs, look how disgraceful this woman is being attacked."

Jordan Jacobs glanced at the video, feeling a sense of relief yet also an inexplicable unease, "Yvonne, is there really no problem with what you’re doing?"

"There’s no problem. Three years ago, I sorted out those kidnappers from the prison." Yvonne Jennings didn’t know where she got such abilities, making Jacobs take a closer look at her, "Who’s helping you?"

Yvonne Jennings stuttered for a moment and then said, "How could there be anyone? I just gave a bit of money, of course, this account will definitely be on Iris Crawford. She’s a damned ghost, daring to come back? I surely have to dismantle her tricks!"

Jordan Jacobs felt slightly relieved, breathed out, and said, "Yvonne, we should move out; I have another villa..."

Unexpectedly, Yvonne Jennings reacted as if stimulated, jumping up, "Why? I want to live here!"

"This is a house you and Iris Crawford used to live in together; isn’t it disgusting to you?"

"I’m not disgusted!" Yvonne’s voice turned sharp, "I want to disgust her!" She wanted to seize everything from Iris Crawford: the house, the money, and even the husband!

Jordan Jacobs frowned at Yvonne Jennings, who said, "She set us up like this; don’t you hate her? I want to live here and provoke her; after all, she shouldn’t dream of living well!"

No sooner had her words fallen, an explosive sound of shattered glass emanated from the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, and countless shards of glass flew, reflecting light into a dazzling scene. Amid this dazzling array, Iris Crawford walked in through the broken glass, adorned in a red dress, smiling as if she were the leading character making a grand entrance, both arrogant and unconquerable.

Yvonne Jennings was startled and screamed, "How did you get in here!"

Who broke the glass? Turning her head, Iris Crawford was accompanied by a tall, majestic man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, clearly not someone easy to mess with, possessing a gaze akin to that of a wild creature.

"I walked into my home; do you have a problem with that?" Iris laughed, standing on the shattered glass around her feet, "You want to make my life miserable? I’m sorry, I’ve changed my mind. I want you to get out of my house right here and now."