CHAPTER 7: CHAPTER 7: THIS WOMAN HAS QUITE THE BACKGROUND!

Hearing Iris Crawford’s words, Jordan Jacobs was originally a bit confused by her, but now all his emotions were stirred up. The man laughed darkly, pulling Iris Crawford’s hair without letting go, "I thought you had some great skills, but it turns out you’re just like this..."

The bodyguard kicked Iris Crawford again, "Kneel properly!"

A trace of fierce intent flashed in Iris Crawford’s eyes, her red lips curled, "Same to you, what can you do to me?"

Dammit, this commotion should have already reached Lachlan Wyatt’s ears upstairs by now!

Why hasn’t he appeared?

Or... does he habitually stand by and do nothing?

Iris Crawford’s shoulders trembled slightly, Jordan Jacobs pinched her chin, "I don’t care who you are, whether you’re my ex-wife’s friend or someone sent by The Crawford Family for revenge. Disrupting my wedding, there’s only one word—death!"

Back then, Jordan Jacobs watched her die with his own eyes, and now Iris Crawford believes he could actually do it!

So the woman laughed, "Indeed, the word ’death’ is insignificant in your mouth. Didn’t you watch that fat woman die back then!"

Jordan Jacobs felt like his chest was pierced by something, "How much do you actually know about what happened back then!"

If anyone knew that there was hidden truth behind the kidnapping case, that he chose to let Iris Crawford die... Then, today, all his carefully crafted persona would collapse, even possibly causing the family’s stock to fall!

Once such matters show any sign, they must be killed in the womb!

So Jordan Jacobs pinched Iris Crawford’s chin, like an executioner about to sever her head in the next second, "Who exactly told you all this? What’s your purpose in disrupting my wedding?"

Iris Crawford felt the taste of blood in her mouth. She refused to speak, and Jordan Jacobs threatened and tempted her, "Too bad for your face. If you’re willing to tell me the truth, I can protect you, guaranteeing you a prosperous life. If not...be prepared to have someone collect your corpse!"

He has decided Iris Crawford is already dead, daring to speak so resolutely. If he knew Iris Crawford was right in front of him now, Jordan Jacobs—you would be scared out of your wits!

Iris Crawford spat fiercely on Jordan Jacobs’ face, she once loved such a hypocritical beast of a man, it was simply a sin!

"Don’t you even think about it!"

"Take her away!"

Jordan Jacobs couldn’t believe this woman actually rejected him, he is the respectable Master Jacobs!

Before the words could fall, a laugh came from upstairs, "Take away? If I don’t allow it, who the hell dares to try and take her out of this door today!"

Iris Crawford and Jordan Jacobs both jolted, looking up at the person upstairs.

The door of the master bedroom finally opened, Lachlan Wyatt seemed satisfied from watching the drama, now finally willing to step out. Jordan Jacobs did not expect there was a Lachlan Wyatt in this house, his face changed drastically, "Lachlan Wyatt, why are you here!"

"Why can’t I be?" Lachlan Wyatt laughed meaningfully standing upstairs, "You allow yourself to cheat, find women, but not permit me to have fun with her?"

This statement was like a slap to Jordan Jacobs’ face, as if someone had grasped his weaknesses, he didn’t expect Lachlan Wyatt also knew everything, could it be the matters back then were Lachlan Wyatt...

"Seeing your unrepentant look, truly you have no sense of guilt towards your ex-wife at all."

Lachlan Wyatt clicked his tongue with emotion, "Iris Crawford’s death truly was worthless."

The words ’deserved’ seemed to touch somewhere in Jordan Jacobs, even though he watched her coldly die, he suddenly became agitated, "Young Master Wyatt, there’s no need to evaluate my ex-wife like that!"

"She’s dead, who are you getting emotional for?"

Lachlan Wyatt scoffed a bit, "Let her go, your men don’t know the rules, don’t make me teach them myself!"

Lachlan Wyatt wants to protect this woman in front of him?

Jordan Jacobs gritted his teeth, didn’t expect a Lachlan Wyatt to suddenly show up, realizing he might have leverage on them, he had no choice but to release her, so his hand loosened and Iris Crawford was free.

Lachlan Wyatt walked down, stood beside Iris Crawford, smiling at her disheveled appearance, "Still need me to step in?"

Iris Crawford’s gaze cold, "No one forced you."

Oh, not appreciated even after help.

He just likes her feisty attitude.

Lachlan Wyatt looked at Jordan Jacobs, "Hurry and scram before I get angry."

How could Jordan Jacobs let the truth slip away like this, planned a bit of interrogation on this woman, use both tactics, maybe he’d find out who she was, "But..."

Lachlan Wyatt raised his eyes slightly.

Jordan Jacobs steeled himself, "Young Master Wyatt, I just came out of the wedding scene, I really don’t understand where the woman by your side comes from, now she’s barged into my ex-wife’s residence, I suspect she has misunderstandings about my past with my ex-wife, hence intervening, hope Young Master Wyatt could tell me who she is..."

Listen, even now he’s still stubborn, insisting he was innocent back then.

Lachlan Wyatt stood with a reckless stance, "Why should I tell you who she is?"

Jordan Jacobs was stunned, he repeated, "Because she disrupted my wedding, I suspect she has misunderstandings about me..."

Lachlan Wyatt maintained a "feeling very bored" posture, not sure if he understood, "Hmm... makes sense..."

"Because I feel she might have made mistakes about the case back then, that’s why she deliberately chose my wedding to vent for my ex-wife..." Jordan Jacobs thought he said it clearly enough, if Lachlan Wyatt doesn’t understand, it’s impossible.

He doesn’t want to become enemies with Lachlan Wyatt, hence speaking politely with him, Lachlan Wyatt wouldn’t—reject this friendly approach, would he?

"So I followed here, thinking if there are misunderstandings, it’s best to clear them up, also hoping she’d prove my innocence in front of the reporters’ cameras... after all, my wedding was disrupted by her..."

Lachlan Wyatt indeed understood, he said, "So what?"

So what?

So what?!!!!!!!

If the person before him wasn’t Lachlan Wyatt, Jordan Jacobs might curse out in the next second, what the hell are you? Asking him ’so what!?’ Can’t you understand human language!

But the person is Lachlan Wyatt, Jordan Jacobs held back his anger, "A disrupted wedding needs an explanation, so just want a bit of help from Young Master Wyatt."

"Oh."

Lachlan Wyatt tilted his head.

Laughed.

——"What does that have to do with me?"