Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 100: Is This How You Celebrate a Breakup?
Who can stop the eldest son of The Crawford Family when he flares up?
Perhaps only Iris Crawford could.
Right now, Iris is tightly holding Orion Crawford, telling her brother, "Bro, don’t be mad. Aren’t you and Lachlan Wyatt still good buddies!"
"Who’s good buddies with him!" Orion is gritting his teeth in anger, "He dares to date my sister! He’s not my buddy!"
Iris helplessly chuckles, "I didn’t lose anything, you know. He took care of me during those two years abroad."
Orion looks puzzled, "Lachlan can take care of people?"
Isn’t he supposed to be like an emperor? Wasn’t it my sister rushing around serving him?
Iris looks at Orion and says, "You know my cooking skills..."
Orion recalls the terror of being subjected to Iris’s cooking and instantly calms down.
Thinking it over, he still wouldn’t let it go. Tugging at Iris, he says, "Fine, I won’t hold it against her, but I’m taking you out to celebrate your breakup today!"
...That’s really the style of the eldest son of The Crawford Family!
Half an hour later, Hector Sutton is watching as Iris Crawford sits at the most expensive and chaotic central booth in the city’s most expensive nightclub. Her red leather bodycon dress accentuates her striking figure, not at all skinny but rather impactful. The woman curves her lips like a dazzling, cold-blooded serpent, holding a small shot glass in her slender fingers, resembling the villainous second female lead in movies.
She slightly opens her eyes, lazily glances at Hector, and hooks her finger at him, "Why are you standing there? Sit down."
Hector can’t save face, "Sitting next to you makes it look like I’m keeping you company for drinks."
Her aura completely suppressed his.
In the end, Iris bursts out in indulgent laughter, "Don’t worry, even standing makes you look like my company."
Hector is about to explode. Orion is off ordering drinks, leaving just Iris in the booth. She sits there like a queen, making even the surrounding sounds pause for a few seconds.
Curious patrons nearby are whispering to each other.
"Who’s that girl sitting in the center?"
"Isn’t the central dance booth the most expensive? Must be some rich lady."
"Definitely a rich lady; just look at those high heels worth tens of thousands. My gosh, which of us wants to make a move?"
Hearing someone wanting to make a move, Hector can’t care if he’s mistaken for company. His long legs stride over, sitting next to Iris, glancing around to see disappointed looks from nearby men.
"Too late now."
"A pretty boy swooped in first! Damn it!"
"..." Hector thought to himself, you’re the pretty boy, your whole family are pretty boys! But under Iris’s strong aura, they could only be mistaken for pretty boys.
Just about to raise a glass to celebrate Iris and Lachlan’s breakup, Orion comes over, having finished ordering. He takes off his suit, looking all suave, and sits next to Iris, casually wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to Hector. This little move was clearly his way of not wanting Iris and Hector to sit too close.
Hector says, "Crawford, isn’t that too much, like you’re guarding against a thief! Not giving me any face!"
Orion replies with a grin, "To date my sister, you have to get through me first!"
With that, Orion turns to Iris, "Isn’t it boring being alone? Guess who I just called?"
Iris looks surprised, "Who?"
"Seraphina, your best friend."
Orion pinches Iris’s nose. Ah, having a naturally high-bridged nose is nice; he isn’t afraid of pinching it crookedly. With such a beautiful sister by his side, Orion was delighted and proud, wanting to show off to everyone, look, this is my sister! Come on, sis, perform for our extended family!
"You actually got Seraphina Colbert over here!"
Iris excitedly covers her mouth, "I couldn’t do it. Jude Hawthorne wouldn’t allow it, but you, brother!"
Iris’s face wasn’t big enough, but Orion’s was on a ceiling level. One phone call and Jude Hawthorne gritted his teeth and brought Seraphina over in the middle of the night. Who would dare not give face to the eldest son of The Crawford Family!
Underneath the flashing lights and vibrant nightlife, Seraphina Colbert walks into the nightclub wearing a little black dress, Jude Hawthorne trailing behind her, guests making way without hindrance. She reaches Iris, gently lifting Iris’s hair, the light in her eyes is more mesmerizing than the club’s lights, and she says, "Why are you dressed so provocatively?"
Iris whistles, reaching out and pulling Seraphina close, "You’re not so bad yourself, you cunning girl."
The men nearby were left dumbfounded.
"What’s this, two beauties?"
"All I can say is, pleasing to the eye, alright." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"I like the one in the red dress, more voluptuous."
"I still think the one in the black dress looks slimmer."
"Are you guys choosing concubines? How drunk are you? I think it’s more like they’re picking men, not us."
Iris laughs it off, telling Seraphina in a mysterious tone, "Later, James and Peach will also come over."
Hearing the name James, Seraphina’s face clearly blushes, "Really? Then isn’t what I’m wearing inappropriate?"
Complex emotions flit through Iris’s eyes, as if she has guessed something. Then she pats Seraphina’s slender shoulder, saying, "It doesn’t matter, James will accept you however you are."
Seraphina lowers her head, snuggling against Iris and hugging her, "I’m so happy that your brother’s call means I can be brought out to see you."
If the invitation hadn’t come from the Crawford Family, Jude Hawthorne probably wouldn’t have taken her out.
But Iris Crawford was different. She was a wealthy young lady, the apple of Orion Crawford’s eye, so even Seraphina Colbert enjoyed some of the privilege.
Orion Crawford and Jude Hawthorne nodded at each other as a form of greeting, then Jude sat down next to Orion, "Why on earth did you think of bringing your sister out so late at night? Aren’t you the one who cherishes her the most? Bringing her to a place like this?"
Orion Crawford, basking in happiness, replied, "My sister broke up, today we’re celebrating, no big deal!"
Jude Hawthorne was taken aback, "Broke up?"
"With Lachlan Wyatt," Orion paused halfway, "but I don’t know who dumped who."
Jude burst out laughing.
He rarely laughed, but hearing this from Orion made him laugh out loud, "That’s excellent, I should send Lachlan a message."
So that night, Orion Crawford celebrated Iris’s breakup with Lachlan, inviting everyone except Lachlan.
And that wasn’t all; everyone even posted the same style on their social media.
Congratulations on Iris’s happy breakup!
Lachlan Wyatt was scrolling through social media late at night, almost exploding with anger when he saw the post. He opened WeChat and found a particularly cheeky message from Jude.
It said, today, your ex-girlfriend is paying for everything to celebrate the breakup.
Ex-girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, ex-girlfriend!
Lachlan smirked with anger, his expression dark as he typed — We were never even together!
Jude replied swiftly, as if waiting for Lachlan’s message. After the last incident at the Hawthorne Dojo involving Lachlan’s uproar, Jude decided to taunt Lachlan as a form of revenge. Lachlan soon saw Jude’s reply: It was Hector Sutton who brought Iris.
Lachlan raised an eyebrow, pretending to stay calm.
Seeing Lachlan unmoved, Jude decided to provoke him.
— Why is Hector Sutton so attentive to Iris lately?
So what?
— Hector Sutton seems interested in Iris.
So what?
— Hector Sutton is feeding Iris drinks.
... So what?
— Hector Sutton stroked Iris’s hair. She’s drunk and leaning into his arms.
.
Lachlan sent a period.
The man’s face was pale and cold, seemingly unaffected for a moment.
But in the next second, he quickly typed out a message.
Tell her to wait for me.
It was Iris’s first time drinking so much; she wasn’t sure if she was genuinely happy or if there was still some sadness in her heart, but it didn’t matter anymore. Now, surrounded by beauties, with one on each arm, Hector Sutton suggested hiring male models, but Iris refused, opting instead for hostess companionship.
The woman on the left fed her watermelon, and the woman on the right wiped her mouth. Iris was like a commander, leaning back against the sofa with beauties in her arms, not knowing what day it was.
Onlookers were amazed; they had expected the wealthy lady to hire male models, but surprisingly, she had chosen a group of women to keep her company, and she was not only more adept at charming women but also more generous in spending.
For instance, Iris patted one of the women’s faces, saying, "Why is your skin so good?"
The woman blushed as Iris touched her face. They hadn’t expected today’s major sponsor to be a woman, and such a beautiful one at that. Extremely charismatic, her mere face was enough to incite anything. A woman of such appearance who was also rich, influential, and kind to women, not pressing them to drink—how could such a magical person exist? Those conflicting human traits didn’t conflict within her; she embodied them seamlessly, as if there were no one else like her in the world.
Unparalleled.
The woman whispered in Iris’s ear, "No one compares to your good skin, big sister, don’t flatter me, I’m getting shy."
Iris laughed; indeed, the company of beautiful women was more pleasing than that of men. Only the same gender knew how to please each other. She always disliked competitive environments and did not look down on hostesses.
People earn a living, not shameful at all; as long as they don’t engage in illegal activities, there’s nothing to say.
So when Lachlan, glaring, cut through the crowd and arrived in front of Iris, he saw her intoxicated, lying in a woman’s embrace, an exceptional and exhilarating scene. It seemed only Iris could make decadence appear both vibrant and serene, always keeping a shred of sanity to step back from indulging.
Could such a woman not be captivating?
She squinted her eyes, making it hard to distinguish the crowd, and was momentarily stunned when crashing into Lachlan’s gun-barrel-like gaze.
In the crowd, Lachlan’s face was so cold and white, strikingly prominent. As he advanced, his sudden appearance took even his friends by surprise. Hector was about to call his name but was stopped by a gaze from Lachlan as he slowly approached Iris.
Watching her, like a queen nestled in a woman’s chest, Lachlan approached the low sofa. Despite his long legs, he had to kneel on one knee beside the sofa, reaching out to grip Iris’s chin.
In that moment, it was like a world-class painting, the teasing lights shining on them, making the scene exceptionally precious and poignant. Iris opened her eyes, feeling herself metaphorically dying thousands of times over in Lachlan’s eyes.
"Celebrating our breakup?"
