CHAPTER 9: CHAPTER 9: LYING WITHOUT BLINKING

Jordan Jacobs nearly charged forward, "You!"

"But you shouldn’t stay in my ex-wife’s house! Aren’t you feeling guilty being an outsider here?"

Changing his tone, Jordan pointed at Iris Crawford, "Especially you!"

"What ex-wife, this is my house."

Lachlan Wyatt said, "You kicked down my door, and I haven’t even asked you for money yet."

Jordan’s face turned pale. What’s going on? He was certain this house was bought when Iris Crawford was alive, because few people knew about it—he was one of the select few—so he felt sure... How did it suddenly become Lachlan’s?

Iris also shouted out, when did her house become his? How could she not know?

No wonder Lachlan asked Iris at the beginning if he would kick the door in!

Lachlan nonchalantly said, "The original owner seemed to have passed away, so I bought it cheap. If you don’t believe me, you can check the transaction, it’s under my name now."

Great, now Jordan not only illegally broke in but also kicked the door down in front of the homeowner!

Hearing this, Jordan’s heart almost stopped; he never knew Lachlan had already bought this house.

His ex-wife, Lachlan, and this woman in front of him, everything had become entangled, and he could hardly tell what was real or fake anymore.

Now, under the roof, he had to lower his head, obediently apologizing to Lachlan, "I—Young Master Wyatt, I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you bought this house. I was just protective of my wife and didn’t want my ex-wife’s house to be defiled. Seeing someone break in, I thought they had ill intentions... Young Master Wyatt, please understand..."

Listen to that, all that protective rhetoric coming out.

Jordan really could twist black into white with his mouth!

From his words, it seemed as though he still had feelings for his ex-wife, wanting to protect everything she left behind. Using moral blackmail to stop Lachlan from really cutting ties with him.

So Lachlan played along, the two men seemed to be competing over who was more hypocritical, "Really, a moment ago you were saying how your love with Miss Jennings is rock solid, maybe I just don’t understand love. But since you’ve said so, I’ll send the repair bill to your office, Young Master Jacobs, in a few days, and won’t disturb you with the rest."

Jordan let out a sigh of relief; Lachlan was unpredictable, and he thought he had landed himself in big trouble, but unexpectedly, he dodged a bullet.

So he repeatedly smiled and said, "Yvonne is my true love of this life, but my ex-wife was also very kind to me, so both emotionally and rationally, I should protect some of her belongings."

How laughable, Iris really wanted to ask him, why didn’t he protect her a little more during the kidnapping incident back then, and now he pretends to be such a good man.

Jordan Jacobs, aren’t you afraid of not being able to sleep at night!

Afraid that Lachlan might add more to the bill, Jordan found an excuse and quickly slipped away, glancing at Iris with a fierce look as if saying "we’re not finished" before driving off.

Looking at the empty, kicked-in door, Iris felt a rush of anger and blood, especially when she heard Jordan say Yvonne was his true love, all her resentment surged almost to the point of overwhelming her sanity.

Calm down, it’s not over yet?

She wanted him to live in unbearable pain, yet still felt a pang in her chest hearing him mention "ex-wife"; those fabricated lies almost shook her. Did she still have expectations for him?

No, Jordan Jacobs, I’m alive to seek revenge on you!

Lachlan looked at her reddened eyes, knowing she deeply hated Jordan’s hypocrisy and malice, yet he still asked, "What did you see in this piece of work back then?"

Iris laughed with bloodshot eyes, "Yeah, if Young Master Wyatt had appeared earlier, there wouldn’t be any business for such scum as Jordan Jacobs."

Lachlan mocked, "Please, I didn’t have an eye for fat people back then either."

Iris almost wanted to throw her coffee at Lachlan’s face; this man was both righteous and evil, truly protecting her, but also frequently hitting her weak spots.

Her fingers tightened around the coffee cup, Iris asked again, "Why did my house become yours."

Lachlan answered without a thought, "I lied to him."

"..." Iris raised her voice, "So you were lying at that time?"

"Yeah." Lachlan admitted effortlessly. When he confessed to lying, his eyebrows and eyes were astonishingly beautiful, not like someone doing something bad, rather flaunting his charm arrogantly, "Made it up on the spot, he was getting annoying, just wanted to get rid of him quickly."

"How can you lie so easily?" Iris frowned, "What if he finds out..."

"Let him find out, if he’s been cheated, shouldn’t he reflect on his own intelligence?"

Lachlan was an overtly hypocritical and cold person; he cared not for others’ lives or deaths, nor for the truth.

No conscience, shirking responsibility, full of lies, selfish and numb.

Good thing she’s not his enemy, otherwise Iris felt Lachlan would definitely be a thousand times more terrifying opponent than Jordan.

Seeing Iris holding the coffee for so long, Lachlan also got a bit thirsty, habitually saying, "Make me a cup too."

Iris said, "Aren’t your hands grown?"

Lachlan said, "Count to three."

Iris obediently went to make it.

After she came back, Lachlan took a sip and spat it out immediately, "What brand?"

"Instant." Iris glanced at the production date, "Oh, this pack is expired."

The previous pack she used wasn’t. She checked.

A vein throbbed on Lachlan’s forehead, "On purpose?"

Iris smiled just as insincerely as when she apologized to Jordan earlier, "No, so sorry Young Master Wyatt."