Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 110: Good That You’re Here—Take Care of Your Sister
Vincent Paxton never imagined that when he came to bring Patrick Pierce back to the company, so many young people would suddenly appear to block him. In the past, the entire entertainment industry would defer to him; who would dare stop him from doing anything?
But now, not only are they stopping him, they also want to rescue Patrick Pierce!
Seeing his subordinates tangled up in a fight with them, Vincent’s face changed dramatically, "Are you all trying to rebel? Do you know who I am?"
Martin Hawthorne punched Vincent’s personal bodyguard in the face. The reputation of the world-renowned King of Boxing was no joke. With that punch, the bodyguard’s saliva splattered directly onto Vincent’s chest. Following a scream, the bodyguard was slammed into the wall by Martin!
Vincent backed up two steps, and immediately two other well-trained bodyguards surrounded him protectively. Watching Martin as if he were walking into his own backyard, Vincent shouted angrily, "Who sent you here?"
Spotting a familiar face in the crowd, Vincent pointed at Noelle Rivers and yelled, "So it’s you! You filthy livestreamer!"
With Vincent pointing a finger at her, Noelle shivered all over, but even so, she did not back down, "I called them! Because I couldn’t reach Iris Crawford or Patrick Pierce!"
"Women always mess things up!" Vincent cursed foully and then pointed at Martin, saying, "Stop him! And where’s that cocky woman from just now?"
"I want to mess things up!" Noelle decided to go all out. Having offended Vincent this time, she knew she might even lose her role, but so what? For Iris Crawford, so what!
Seeing the resolute expression on Noelle’s face, Lachlan Wyatt, carrying Iris and bringing her to the others’ side, entrusted her to Noelle, "Help take care of her, hold her steady."
"Okay!" Noelle nodded firmly, as if she were holding onto her savior.
Lachlan could only want to laugh internally; sometimes he marveled. Iris Crawford, with her excellent family background, should have been a well-bred, self-disciplined rich beauty.
But she insisted on being the opposite; she indulged to the extreme.
She didn’t possess that superiority complex typical of the wealthy second generation. Look at the women she befriended time and again—honestly, neither Seraphina Colbert nor Noelle Rivers, much less Gia, match Iris’s status, but she resonated with them.
Without hesitation, she handed out her true heart and, in exchange, received genuine affection from people of lower status.
Lachlan flexed his knuckles, "In a moment, you and Peach take Iris to the agency, Peach! Escort Iris and Noelle out!"
Sarah Shaw pointed at herself, "What about me?"
"Call your brother! Tell him to clean up this mess for me again."
"..." She knew it. Sarah had a unique skill—she had an unbelievably capable brother.
"Shouldn’t we call Iris’s brother too?"
Iris’s brother? Noelle’s mind began to churn. Could it be... Orion Crawford, the eldest of the Crawford Family?
Lachlan didn’t respond; he simply took off his jacket and casually threw it over Iris, covering her body.
The man then tilted his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds, like the prelude to killing intent.
"And you are?" Vincent fixed his gaze on Lachlan for a while, "The Wyatt Family kid? Your father and I aren’t on ordinary terms; by seniority, you should call me uncle! And for a woman, you’re turning against your uncle?"
Lachlan walked forward expressionlessly, step by step as if in slow motion. He interlocked and cracked his knuckles, his eyes sharp like an unsheathed sword, giving a cold sneer, "You truly are a blind old fool, picking the worst one to mess with..."
At that moment, Noelle realized, Vincent should never have provoked Iris. What truly frightening person wasn’t Orion Crawford... it was this man before them, Lachlan...
Yet Vincent did not back down, still baring his teeth, saying, "You’re looking for trouble when it’s not even necessary. For the sake of your father, I’ll let you go this time, but next time, it won’t be so easy!"
His mouth full of yellow teeth, though well-maintained, his face was ugly and terrifying, showcasing just how many wrongs he’d conducted in the entertainment industry without facing repercussions. He really thought he was some untouchable king!
"Take that woman and Patrick Pierce away!" Vincent ordered his men, "And all these fighters, take them all; none of them should escape!"
Before he finished speaking, a swift fist seemed to whip across his face. Before Vincent could react, his bodyguards were already torn apart, and his temple felt an impact. The intense pain made his eyes roll back instantly!
"Sir!"
His men exclaimed and rushed towards Vincent en masse. However, the man who threw the punch was fierce; after withdrawing his fist, he cast a backward glance, his gaze tracing a sinister crimson line in the air, cold as a vampire. He said, "If I land another punch on his temple, do you think he’d be dead?"
Vincent’s men shuddered. Over the years, Vincent had bullied and coerced, never meeting a challenge he couldn’t crush. But this... seemed like a rock he truly couldn’t chew!
Stepping forward, Lachlan abruptly clamped his fingers, tightening them inch by inch until Vincent’s collar wrinkled irreparably. He looked coldly at Vincent before him, "You really think I wouldn’t dare, don’t you?"
"You’re courting disaster!" Vincent hissed through clenched teeth, grasping Lachlan’s wrist as if competing in who was craftier, meaner, "You, a bastard child, dare show such disrespect to an elder! You’re dead!"
"Our master’s an associate of your dad!"
"My dad?" Lachlan acted as if he heard a joke. For a moment, it seemed dark clouds eclipsed his eyes, "Well, then he should die with you."
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When Iris Crawford opened her eyes, she found herself in the hospital. She opened her mouth and felt her throat was a bit dry. A hand reached out from the bedside, holding a glass of water, thoughtfully bringing it to her lips.
Iris was stunned and held her breath as she looked up.
Standing there, ethereal and untouchable, was her beautiful sister.
"Sister, you’re back?"
"I just got back and saw that this happened to you..." Skye Lockwood frowned slightly, watching Iris drink the water before asking concernedly, "Are you okay?"
Iris finally came to her senses and immediately said, "I’m fine, I didn’t expect you to come so fast—"
Before she finished speaking, she turned her head and saw Lachlan Wyatt sitting on the other side.
On her left and right, her sister and Lachlan, sitting on either side of her hospital bed.
Iris didn’t know what to say to break this awkward situation. She didn’t expect to wake up and find her sister and Lachlan together. Although they didn’t seem awkward, she certainly felt it!
By the way, how long had she been asleep? It felt like it was the next day already?
So Iris cleared her throat and turned to Lachlan, "What about Vincent Paxton..."
"The people from the office have already gone to handle it," Lachlan’s fingers tightened, "but... most likely, he’ll get away with it."
The entertainment industry is full of people who listen to Vincent Paxton. They might take a breath now, but not forever. Unless Vincent can be thoroughly overthrown, it’s just scratching an itch through boots.
Upon hearing this, Iris’s expression changed suddenly, "Did I implicate Noelle Rivers then..."
Noelle had taken a gamble by bringing people to rescue them. If Vincent Paxton was fine, he would certainly mock her afterwards.
Lachlan didn’t look happy, "Can’t you worry about yourself first?"
"What about me?" Iris pointed to herself, "I’m fine."
"Don’t be so impulsive next time, okay? What if I arrived later?" Lachlan felt a rush of blood to his chest, "You know what that old bastard thinks of women, don’t you?"
"I just want to break the darkness he’s brought. He’s harmed too many people, even Patrick Pierce—" Iris stopped mid-sentence, "Do you know what Patrick Pierce has been through?"
"You can save one, but can you save everyone?" Lachlan couldn’t help but shout. To be honest, if Iris hadn’t acted, he would have ignored Vincent Paxton’s crimes. Everyone knows about Vincent’s atrocious acts and endless crimes, but nobody wants to tear the veil off it. Except for Iris. She dares to be the first to defy it.
Her appearance was like a flaming ball crashing into the balance everyone maintained by turning a blind eye.
Brilliant, scorching, intense.
Iris stared intensely at Lachlan’s face, not saying a word, just looking at him, her eyes red-rimmed. They were so focused on their confrontation that they forgot Skye Lockwood was beside them until she spoke up, "Alright Lachlan, stop blaming Iris. She’s been stubborn since she was young, and besides, she isn’t badly hurt this time. Why argue over an outsider?"
Lachlan wanted to speak again but bit it back.
Iris noticed this detail, feeling a sting in her heart. So just one word from her sister could silence Lachlan?
He was always so nonchalant and playful, yet he listened to everything Skye said.
Well, her sister had always been dazzling. Discovered at 16 to debut as a model, she graced the covers of major magazines, dazzling everyone, yet at 20, she decisively chose to retire and continue her studies abroad. How many could have such determination and perseverance? How many could remain clear-headed amidst the vanity and praise created by spotlights?
But that’s Skye Lockwood for you. She’s different, aloof and untouchable, with an extraordinary aura. It’s no surprise Lachlan would like her.
Iris clenched the bedsheet, lowering her head. Then Skye said to Lachlan, "Let’s go out and let Iris rest for a while. We’ll talk about the rest later."
Not stopping them, Skye and Lachlan left together. Only when the door closed did Iris slowly release her grip on the sheet, suddenly realizing her hand was trembling.
Outside the hospital room, Lachlan watched Skye step out and light a slender lady’s cigarette, her eyes lowered as she took a drag. He clicked his tongue, "Smoke less."
"Okay." Skye wanted to retort that it wasn’t his business but decided against it since they were at the hospital. After just one drag, she extinguished the cigarette in a nearby trash can.
Lachlan looked at Skye’s face, a bit wistful, "Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back?"
"It’s none of your business." Skye maintained her composed and cool demeanor, her eyes narrow, "I missed my sister, so I came back."
She didn’t mention it was her birthday.
And indeed, Lachlan didn’t remember her birthday.
He only listened to her mention her sister. Even then, he glanced through the hospital room window, and afterwards, with a smile, said, "It’s good you’re here. Help me keep an eye on your sister."
