Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 117: I Want You to Leave Lachlan Wyatt!
Luckily, Dane Rivers was already used to Iris Crawford’s temper. Even after her comment, he didn’t feel disheartened. Instead, he clenched his fist and said, "No problem, I’ll graduate sooner or later. In the meantime, I’ll talk to my family, pull some strings, and I’ll definitely get into your company!"
The phrase "pull some strings" made Iris burst into laughter on the spot, "You’re so young but already know how to be so adaptive?"
While driving, Dane casually ran a hand through his hair, "Well, can’t help it. My family has money; they taught me from a young age!"
"..." Luckily, he didn’t stray down the wrong path.
As Iris sat in the passenger seat next to Dane, leaving the hospital entrance, she was unaware that someone was watching her from high above in the hospital ward tower.
Lachlan Wyatt gazed down from the window, watching Iris leave with Dane, a deep look suddenly appearing in his eyes...
Twenty minutes later, Dane brought Iris to a high-end restaurant they had reserved. As they walked in, the servers greeted him along the way. Iris was curious, "Do the people here know you?"
"This is our family’s restaurant," Dane said matter-of-factly, "This Michelin-star restaurant is under our family name."
"..." She nearly forgot that this fool is a rich second generation. Iris followed Dane to the door of a VIP room. A respectful server opened the door, revealing a girl inside with twin ponytails, wearing a meticulously crafted little dress, exuding the refined style of a young debutante. When she saw Iris, the girl’s eyebrows slightly rose.
Dane was the first to greet, "Marceline Galloway, you said you wanted to meet Iris Crawford, so I brought her for you."
He seemed quite proud of himself.
The first time he met Iris, they had quite a fight, and now he took pride in introducing her.
Marceline, upon hearing the greeting, put on the demeanor of a young heiress and said to Iris, "Hello, first time meeting you, I’m Marceline Galloway."
Iris sensed something was off in her attitude but still sat down across from her, looking at the menu as she said, "Hello, I’m Iris Crawford. Is there something you wanted from me?"
"I came to ask one thing of you: please leave Lachlan Wyatt."
Dane had been smiling, ready to sit, but upon hearing Marceline’s words, he stood up immediately, "Marceline, what are you saying!"
Marceline, spoiled and willful, didn’t think she was putting Dane in an awkward position. Her legs crossed, she used a haughty expression to stare at Iris, "If you didn’t hear me clearly, I’ll say it again: I’m asking you to leave Lachlan Wyatt."
Iris waved down a server and nonchalantly ordered some dishes before raising her head to look at Marceline, "Mm, I’m listening. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Marceline was taken aback, then her face reddened, "I said please leave Lachlan Wyatt! Do you not understand?"
Dane was about to get angry, but Iris pulled him to sit beside her and winked, saying, "I’d love to try the signature roast suckling pig here."
Dane swallowed, "You... you’re not mad?"
Iris smiled sweetly, "Mad at what?"
Seeing the way the two of them conversed, ignoring her entirely, Marceline forcefully put down her red tea, saying, "Iris Crawford! Show me some respect!"
Only then did Iris look properly at Marceline, lazily curling her lips, "I’m the straightforward type. You’re asking me to leave Lachlan, how about this: you write me a check and smack it in my face. Not only will I leave Lachlan, I’ll leave immediately—how’s that?"
Marceline, with her privileged background, had always been groomed as a refined young lady and had never seen or heard of anyone as brash as Iris. She was left red-faced and stammered, "People like you! Worship money and aren’t worthy of Lachlan!"
Iris chuckled, "Haha, who cares about being worthy of him?"
Marceline was so irritated by Iris’s laughter that she got goosebumps, "You’re not allowed to speak ill of Lachlan! We grew up together; he’s the best man in the world!"
"Mm-hmm." The first dish arrived, and Iris took a bite, mumbling, "Sure, sure, whatever you say."
This clearly showed she didn’t want to argue with Marceline. If Iris and Marceline got into a fight, Marceline had prepared for it, with a background no weaker than Iris’s, and wouldn’t necessarily lose.
But she never expected Iris to be too lazy to respond, a kind of one-sided attack that made Marceline particularly upset. She stared hard at Iris, trying to make her uncomfortable.
——However, Iris was completely at ease. Her eating was so graceful, her bright red nails delicately clutched the slender chopsticks, and when she put the meat into her mouth, her tongue would swirl around her lips, as if flirting with the dish.
This woman, sitting across from her, exuded such charisma and natural charm...
She must be provoking her!
Marceline stood up angrily, "Don’t be so tactless! I’ll call Lachlan Wyatt over right now to show him your true colors!"
"My true colors?" Iris carefully pondered the meaning of this phrase, "He might know me even better than I do."
At first, Marceline didn’t understand, but then suddenly, she did, covering her mouth and widening her eyes, "You and him... you and him..."
So angry that her words were incoherent, Marceline Galloway almost burst into tears, "Did you sleep with him?!"
Iris Crawford whistled, making her seem like a female hoodlum, yet she deliberately spoke slowly, "Sit down, what’s got you so worked up? Can we eat first?"
Dane Rivers was anxious; Marceline Galloway was used to being adored since childhood, coming to pick a fight, but all Iris could think about was eating, eating!
Just like back when she caught Crystal Rhodes, who had drugged her, Crystal cursed Iris as heartless, refusing to let her go, but all Iris asked was if she could have breakfast.
This woman... Dane Rivers saw that Iris Crawford didn’t fight back at all, so he spoke up for Iris, "Marceline, I introduced you to Iris not so you could come and argue like this. Even if you don’t give Iris face, shouldn’t you at least give me some respect?"
Marceline Galloway’s face turned pale at Dane Rivers’ words, "But... Lachlan Wyatt is more important."
Iris Crawford chuckled, "Did Lachlan beg you to do this? Are you living in your own world?"
Marceline Galloway felt her self-esteem take a hit; looking at Iris leisurely eating, she wished she could tear apart that pretty face, "I’m doing this for Lachlan’s own good!"
"You’re being presumptuous." Iris summed up her behavior simply, then took another sip of soup, "You like Lachlan, but since he doesn’t pay attention to you, you target the women close to him, trying to chase them away."
Having her thoughts exposed by Iris, Marceline was left speechless. She never expected Iris to be so forthright. She originally thought other women would spar with her and eventually retreat, but Iris was different; she dissected her psychology slowly and calmly!
Clenching her teeth, Marceline said, with a mix of delicacy and stubbornness, "So what? Lachlan will understand my worth eventually..."
"If he liked you, he would have by now. You’re going after the women around him because you can’t handle him. And if Lachlan doesn’t like you, why are you here feeling moved by yourself? Do you think you’re the only one in the world worthy of Lachlan? Wake up, you’re simping." After Iris said this, she also served Dane Rivers a piece of meat, "There you go, eat."
Dane Rivers’ hand shook as he held the chopsticks, "I-I-I-I-I can’t eat."
"Why can’t you eat?" Iris noticed Dane Rivers’ hand was trembling and reached out to touch his face, which made him tremble even more, "I-I-I’ve never seen anyone talk to Marceline like this..."
The Galloway Family is a prestigious clan abroad, which is why Marceline Galloway dared to speak to Iris Crawford so wantonly. However, Iris, however, Iris...
Iris gently tucked her hair behind her ear, "What are you afraid of? She just needs a little discipline."
"Are you saying I lack upbringing?"
Marceline pointed at Iris, "What’s with your intimacy with Dane Rivers? Oh, you really are seeing many men outside!"
Dane Rivers almost had his hair stand on end upon hearing this, "We’re not in that kind of relationship!"
"She touched your face!"
"She’s always like this!"
"She always touches your face?!"
Dane Rivers was at a loss for words. But upon reflection, it seemed true; however, Iris always treated him like a younger brother, and definitely not the kind of relationship Marceline was suggesting, so he couldn’t allow Marceline to smear Iris and could only say, "Don’t drag me into this, whatever Iris does is her business. Lachlan doesn’t need you to drive people away from around him. Bringing Iris to see you today was the biggest mistake I ever made. I thought you were a good friend. We’ll leave after the meal!"
Iris laughed at Dane’s protective stance, feeling a bit sour inside as Dane, in anger, served all the dishes in front of Iris. Marceline, who had one dish near her hand, saw it moved to Iris’ side by Dane, who pointed at Marceline, "If you don’t want to eat, get out! You’re so annoying, tell Lachlan to take you away quickly!"
Marceline Galloway couldn’t afford to lose face, being asked to leave midway through the meal, "How long have we known each other, and you’re siding with this woman against me? Iris, you’re terrible!"
Iris smiled brightly, as if Marceline were complimenting her, "Yes, I’m so bad, the baddest woman in the whole world."
Marceline’s eyes reddened with anger, "I’ll go and tell Lachlan right now!"
She called Lachlan in Iris’ presence, seemingly wanting to show Iris what for. After it rang for a long time, Lachlan finally picked up, irritated, "What do you want?"
"Lachlan, can you come over and get me? I’m having a meal at a restaurant now..."
"I’m too busy to pick you up," Lachlan said without thinking.
Hearing this, Iris almost choked. How can he still be so uncouth...
"Iris is here too, I told her to keep away from you, and she actually—" Marceline first sounded aggrieved, then started tattling, trying to drag Iris down with her.
But Lachlan didn’t listen to what she said afterward, "Iris is there too?"
"Yes! I looked for her, she has no appreciation for kindness..."
"Then I’ll come." Lachlan directly hung up the phone.
