Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 109: So Yvonne Jennings Had Planned It All Along!
Iris Crawford was too shocked to blink. The scene was too bloody, and she could never have imagined that such a glamorous superstar could actually...
Patrick Pierce stood there, his face pale. The features that should have been spirited seemed devoid of vitality at this moment. He stood motionless, and as he came to, he said to Vincent Paxton, "You’re despicable—"
Before he could finish, Vincent accused people of pinning Patrick down and then dragged Iris over. "Did you think he brought you back because he’s had a change of heart? Haha, his ability to love was destroyed long ago! Patrick Pierce, not to mention women, not even men can appear by your side, all taken away!"
"Let go!"
Iris gritted her teeth. So Vincent had done such unforgivable things to Patrick in the past. No wonder Patrick liked women yet never had any scandals. No wonder he later had so many resources. It turns out...
"Gia" was never just one specific person. "Gia" was more like a code name. In the entertainment circle, there was more than just one Gia.
Even Patrick Pierce couldn’t escape...
Iris forcefully broke free from Vincent’s grasp. "Don’t use your filthy mind to suspect us. I’m telling you, Patrick Pierce isn’t afraid of this. He’s already terminated the contract. What right do you have to restrict his personal freedom?"
Vincent was taken aback, most likely not expecting Iris to resist. He ran an entertainment company and had seen all sorts of men and women, but this was the first time he’d seen someone like Iris, so he said meaningfully, "What, are you deliberately performing in front of me too?"
"Truly shameless." Iris rolled her eyes beautifully. Middle-aged men were all the same. Hugh Wyatt, Lachlan’s father, was like that too.
"You’re all so old but don’t even manage what’s in your pants. Do you think it’s fun to toy with little artists from a high position? Disgraceful old scoundrels!"
The insult "disgraceful old scoundrel" seemed to hit a nerve with Vincent, and he became furious, abruptly pulling Iris in front of him.
He grabbed her by the neck, and the menacing aura of someone from a different era than Lachlan Wyatt pressed down on her suddenly. Iris sneered, "Did I hit a sore spot?"
Before she could finish, a slap landed on her face!
Patrick was stunned. He forcefully pushed away the people beside him, wanting to charge forward, but was grabbed again. "Vincent, what are you doing!"
Iris, her hair disheveled, was held by Vincent, presenting her most vulnerable face to him. The slap left her eyes red with anger. And it wasn’t over yet. Seeing Iris like this only excited Vincent more. He pulled hard on Iris’s hair and said, "Go on, keep talking. Isn’t that mouth of yours good at talking?"
Iris’s lips were stained with blood from the slap. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with determination, glanced at her blood-stained fingertips, which were redder than her nails.
With cold eyes, she said, "Is that all you’ve got?"
Vincent laughed loudly. He dominated the entertainment circle; others couldn’t shake him, but he dared!
"And what are you? Do you think I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you?" Vincent shouted angrily, his expression shifting from a sneering smile to murderous intent. "You think I wouldn’t do it right here, right now?"
Iris gritted her teeth hard. Vincent’s men held her down. She wanted to resist but couldn’t break free.
Usually, she only faced one opponent, and she often seized the initiative. But now, Vincent’s men had control first. So many eyes were on her, so many hands holding her down. Even if she were Shiva with three heads and six arms, she couldn’t fight back. Before she could react, someone behind Vincent brought over a rope. "Master, here you go."
Here you go?
Here you go?
What was he going to do?
Iris’s face changed, as Vincent and his men pinned her to the sofa, then pulled her arms behind her back. She struggled, her clothes becoming disheveled in the process. Seeing Iris’s face, Vincent suddenly thought of something.
"Oh, I remember that face now."
Vincent curled his lips into a smile that seemed especially terrifying in Iris’s eyes. "Isn’t this the woman Yvonne Jennings called the mistress?"
Yvonne Jennings?
Yvonne had hooked up with Vincent, and even twisted the truth to call her a mistress?
Iris wished she could spit in Vincent’s face, but unfortunately, she was tied up, and soon, someone gagged her mouth. Vincent then said, "I didn’t originally want you to witness the terror of the Paxton Family. Mainly, Patrick Pierce is ungrateful. I didn’t expect to drag you down with him. When Yvonne Jennings came to me before, she specifically brought your photo, saying that you’re promiscuous and asking me to deal with you, using the Jacobs Family’s interests in exchange. I would never have thought, all those acquaintances rushing together. Isn’t this a coincidence?"
Yvonne asking Vincent to target her? She really was using every poison trick, eager for Iris’s demise!
Patrick looked at Iris in such a humiliating state, almost breaking down. Vincent was indeed overbearing in the circle, and others couldn’t even imagine the deranged lengths he would go to manipulate people. Originally thinking that after a lawsuit and ending the contract he could be free, yet didn’t expect misfortune to still come knocking...
Lachlan, you once said that only those who have been hurt would knock on our firm’s door. Was I too naive to think of using you to counter the Paxton Family?
"If you have something against me, come at me, don’t target Iris!"
"Come at you?"
Vincent walked over in large strides, leisurely, as if he really was changing targets.
As he reached Patrick Pierce, he slowly raised his hand and then fiercely slapped him across the face again!
"You came here for me? How dare you say that? Don’t you forget, Patrick Pierce, you’re nothing but a dog to our company. Haven’t I played with you before? Hmm? Patrick Pierce, how did you get your first international film? Coming for me, I’ve gotten tired of playing with you long ago. If you hadn’t fought to break free from the company, who knows, I might have let you go willingly. But you, with your rebellious and untamable nature, insist on defying me. Patrick Pierce, this is the result of you taking legal action against me; even the woman by your side won’t have a good time!"
"Let her go!" Patrick Pierce didn’t get the words out, as Vincent Paxton squeezed his jaw. Years ago, he had done this countless times with practiced ease, making him kiss him, making him crawl before him like a creature devoid of dignity, listening to him cry and plead.
The cameras, as cold and unfeeling as gun barrels, recorded all of Patrick Pierce’s disgraceful moments.
Iris Crawford stared fiercely at Vincent Paxton’s back, her mouth gagged, unable to speak even if she wanted to.
Just closing her eyes brings back those printed photos, vivid colors, different rooms, different places, different beds, different lights.
The only constant is Patrick Pierce’s eyes, desperate to the point of bewilderment, in black and white.
How could this be, just how deep does this talent agency’s waters run? Is Hector Sutton’s agency like this too?
Patrick Pierce, why did he come to the firm, what exactly does he want to do... does he want to expose all this dark, turbid filth?
"Before becoming ’God’, we are all ants."
The words Patrick Pierce once said echoed in her mind. Now Iris Crawford understood, yet she could do nothing to resist, unable even to make a sound, just watching helplessly as the servants kicked and stomped, forcing Patrick Pierce to kneel before Vincent Paxton!
"Daring to oppose me, Patrick Pierce, do you not know who calls the shots in this circle!" Vincent Paxton lifted Patrick Pierce’s face, harshly twisting his jaw, "You men and women are like dogs to me. You’re all my playthings, hahaha, a lawsuit, who advised you? Who found you a lawyer? You actually beat us!"
Lachlan Wyatt, Lachlan Wyatt, Lachlan Wyatt.
Patrick Pierce didn’t confess Lachlan Wyatt’s involvement, even though Vincent Paxton had come after him. If he knew about Lachlan Wyatt, he might target him too. Patrick Pierce gritted his teeth and glared at Vincent Paxton, "Winning the lawsuit means the law is on my side, and you lost!"
"Still daring to talk tough!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than screams sounded at the door. The voice was so familiar that Iris Crawford’s pupils contracted, and soon she saw a woman stumbling in, "Help! Help! Oh my god!"
The scene before him seemed to spiral into chaos, with all sorts of sounds ringing out in confusion and disarray—items being smashed, people being hit, fists pounding walls, and the screams of various people. Iris Crawford felt dizzy, suddenly realizing there must be a sedative in the fabric gagging her mouth, making her consciousness vague. The woman strained to open her eyes, wondering why someone had suddenly come to rescue them.
"Who are you!"
"Do you know who my master is!"
"Daring to touch members of the Paxton Family, prepare yourselves!"
"Protect the master, protect the master!"
Through the chaotic crowd, she recognized Noelle Rivers’ face.
Is it Noelle Rivers?
Noelle Rivers was being shielded by Sarah Shaw, sobbing wildly, before rushing forward again, "I just knew it! Just as we left the film set, I realized she had left her bag, tried to call, couldn’t get through, couldn’t reach Patrick Pierce either, something must be wrong!"
Previously, Noelle Rivers had contacted Sarah Shaw regarding Gia’s disappearance, so naturally, she had Sarah Shaw’s contact information. This time, with Iris Crawford’s disappearance, she also called Sarah Shaw, prompting their teammates to bring people to rescue them.
Iris Crawford felt like she was about to faint. Noelle Rivers was pushing through the crowd, rushing up to her, but within the next moment, she was pushed aside.
A face filled with anxiety entered her view, its owner panting as if fearing something might happen to her, lifting her entirely from the couch.
Before she could speak, she collided into that person’s embrace.
Why is his chest so hard?
Why is his heartbeat so fast?
Lachlan Wyatt, are you worried about me?
The cloth in her mouth was swiftly removed, and Iris Crawford struggled to breathe fresh air, trying to dilute the sedatives she had inhaled earlier.
Lachlan Wyatt patted his own face; his worry had made his complexion pale, yet it only accentuated his striking beauty. He said, "Iris Crawford, wake up, Iris Crawford, are you okay?"
"I’m okay..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Iris Crawford fainted completely.
Within the crowd, the man slowly stood up from the couch, holding Iris Crawford tightly in his arms. The moment he raised his head, his gaze was as sharp as a killing blade!
