Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 118: Yvonne Jennings’ Scheme to Frame Iris Crawford!
After hanging up Lachlan Wyatt’s call, Marceline Galloway was still a bit confused. Why did he not react at all when she spoke so much ill of Iris Crawford?
Could it be that Lachlan Wyatt had been deeply deceived by this woman?
Thinking of this, Marceline felt that Iris, with her already alluring looks, resembled a seductress even more. Growing up abroad with Lachlan Wyatt, even though she knew she might not have a future with him, but... Lachlan Wyatt needed protection too!
Who says girls can’t protect boys?
Marceline Galloway always stubbornly believed that if Lachlan’s future had already been predetermined and she couldn’t change it, it would be better to become a good friend and stay by Lachlan’s side forever.
But who would have thought that in just two short years, this woman would appear by Lachlan’s side and bring him back home when he hardly ever returned!
One should know that most of Lachlan’s career was abroad, and now, deciding to return because of Iris, surely this woman must have whispered many sweet nothings to him!
Marceline tightly clenched her fingers, feeling aggrieved as she watched Iris and Dane Rivers eating by themselves, suddenly feeling like a clown for Lachlan. But before she could speak, Iris picked up a piece of meat and placed it on her plate.
Marceline was on high alert, "Who wants your little favors!"
Iris placed some food on her plate and casually said, "Eat more; look at you, you’re so thin you’ve lost your chest."
"..." Marceline’s face turned crimson. She glanced at Iris’s impressive bust and subconsciously compared it to her own. She... she was more of the Western Lolita style. How could she compare to someone mature and sexy like Iris!
Immediately, Marceline felt even more aggrieved, even trembling, "You woman, how dare you humiliate me over this!"
No wonder when someone approached her and said, watch out for Iris Crawford, she’s particularly good at humiliating people by finding their weaknesses.
At that time, Marceline casually smiled, "I have no weaknesses as the eldest Miss Galloway; my only weakness is Lachlan Wyatt. But thank you for informing me about Iris; it saves me the trouble of finding her information myself..."
The woman across from her was smiling, "Miss Galloway’s status is naturally better than ours, so I believe you won’t lose to Iris."
"Oh?"
Used to receiving compliments from others, Marceline rested her chin on her hand while sitting on the luxurious sofa, holding a delicate teacup in her other hand, looking at the woman across from her, "What’s your name, and why bring me news of Iris on your own accord?"
"My name is Yvonne Jennings..."
Upon hearing Marceline ask for her reason, Yvonne Jennings hurriedly spilled out all the excuses she had prepared, "It’s like this, I have a fiancé named Jordan Jacobs. Miss Galloway should’ve heard of him. He and I were in love, but Iris took him away! On our wedding day, she even sent me a wreath... such a vicious woman, and we couldn’t do anything about her because President Wyatt supports her... That’s why I thought to come to you, growing up with President Wyatt, he’ll surely listen to you!"
He’ll surely listen to you. These words were indeed sweet flattery, making Marceline feel particularly pleased, so she said, "Leave it to me. There turns out to be such a thing happening here. Don’t worry, I’ll get Lachlan Wyatt back on the right track, and as for Iris, that woman full of misdeeds, you can deal with her however you wish!"
Recalling the memory, Marceline now glared angrily at Iris, "Yvonne wasn’t wrong about you; you’re a master of manipulation!"
Yvonne?
Iris’s lazy demeanor instantly turned sharp. Initially thinking it was just a little girl coming to vent, who would have thought Yvonne was behind it?
So Iris lowered her voice and asked Marceline, "Yvonne?"
"That’s right." Marceline believed Yvonne’s words, naturally taking Iris as the villain, "You broke up Yvonne and Jordan Jacobs; they still haven’t gotten their marriage certificate. Recently, Yvonne became pregnant and came to me. You’re truly hateful!"
"Am I hateful?"
Iris laughed as if hearing a joke, covering her mouth, "Oh, Yvonne, is it that your capability knows no bounds, or that the person behind you knows no bounds, able to find everyone to oppose me!"
Marceline had never encountered a woman like Iris. From the start, Iris’s aura dominated hers. In theory, The Galloway Family wasn’t worse than The Crawford Family, she shouldn’t feel inadequate compared to her, but why...
"Since Yvonne can find you, I can probably guess what she said to you."
Iris restrained some of her prior casual demeanor, putting down her chopsticks with her hands folded together, "You also know about her pregnancy?"
"Yeah, she’s a mother-to-be." Marceline discovered that Iris’s attitude remained calm, which made her dislike Iris even more, "How could a pregnant woman have bad intentions? She came to me out of desperation."
"What a pity she missed her career as a TV actress, that vile woman."
Making no attempt to conceal, Iris sneered at Yvonne in front of Marceline, "I can only say that it’s karma she can’t marry into the Jacobs Family now, even being pregnant."
Marceline gasped, "How could Yvonne be such a woman, you heartless—you——"
Before she could finish, someone unexpectedly came in outside!
Iris looked up, somewhat surprised. Speaking of the devil... the person deliberately holding their waist and touching their belly was none other than Yvonne!
Seeing Yvonne at this moment, Dane Rivers instinctively shielded Iris with his body, glaring at the woman who suddenly appeared in their VIP room, the young master of the Rivers Family naturally authoritative, "We didn’t invite you two over, did we?"
"I’m here at Miss Galloway’s invitation."
Yvonne was followed by Jordan Jacobs. She had recently become pregnant, but her pregnancy was quite pronounced, as if afraid others didn’t know she was pregnant, standing before Iris seemingly to show off—you see, the child you once lost, she has once again!
Iris stared at Yvonne’s belly; it was said she hadn’t been pregnant long. How is she starting to show? Could it be fake?
No, someone like Yvonne wouldn’t fake a pregnancy to deceive Jordan Jacobs. If the truth came out, she’d only fall harder. Yvonne wouldn’t risk herself, so she must really be pregnant...
Upon seeing Yvonne’s pregnant appearance, Marceline immediately stood up, "Have my seat, you’re pregnant."
"Misplaced sympathy is foolish."
Iris said, word by word, "I’m not in the mood to see you now, if you know what’s best for you, get out of this room quickly!"
"I’m here to give you an invitation." Yvonne wasn’t angry despite Iris’s direct targeting, perhaps softening with pregnancy. She took out an invitation from her pocket, handing it to Iris, "Since I’m having a child, Jacobs wanted to celebrate, thinking the invitation had to be given to you personally to show sincerity, I took this opportunity to see you."
Dane Rivers scoffed, "You two are truly disgusting."
Knowing Iris hated this the most, yet they still came to flaunt it before her!
Yvonne’s face twisted slightly but maintained the demeanor of a noblewoman. Behind her, Jordan Jacobs was silent, watching Iris’s cold face, various thoughts flitted through his mind.
They had divorced; now Yvonne was pregnant. But why... why couldn’t he let go of Iris.
In the dead of night, he always dreamed of those vivid, piercing eyes of Iris staring hatefully at him, keeping watch until he awoke.
Jordan Jacobs took a deep breath, "Birdie, the celebration, you should come, we parted amicably—"
Iris took the invitation, ripping it thoroughly in front of Yvonne, scattering the tiny pieces into the air, "Even without an invitation, I’ll naturally show up at your door. No need to flaunt your affection before me."
Gazing at Yvonne Jennings’ belly, Iris Crawford’s expression turned complex. If Yvonne was her lifelong rival, the child was innocent—no child should bear the burdens of the past generation.
Suppressing her hostility slightly, Iris stood up and said to Yvonne, "Since you’re meeting with Marceline Galloway, I’ll leave first. Seeing you makes me sick to my stomach."
She showed no regard for anyone’s face as she grabbed Dane Rivers right in front of Jordan Jacobs, "Let’s go."
Dane, who was halfway through his meal, reluctantly stood up, "Ah, we’re really going? Isn’t Lachlan Wyatt coming soon?"
"What does it matter to me if he comes?"
Iris sneered, still acting as if to leave, but Yvonne blocked her path, "Miss Crawford, must our conflict go on like this? Can’t you find it in your heart to let us both go?"
What kind of nonsense was this, who was letting whom go?
"I can’t stand your pathetic act any longer. Go as far away as you can, acting innocent here like a fake nice girl?" Iris brushed past Yvonne’s shoulder, shooting her a commanding glance back, "How can a homewrecker still play the victim? You can only fool someone coddled like Marceline Galloway, but can you fool anyone else?"
Her words turned Marceline Galloway’s face deathly pale, and she slammed the table as she stood up, "What do you mean, Iris Crawford?!"
"I’m calling you brainless." Iris stopped, covering her mouth with a laugh, "A stupid little angel and a cunning phony, the two of you should really become best friends. I’d definitely send my blessings."
Done speaking, she disregarded Yvonne standing in her way, brushing past her to pull Dane along, inciting tears from Marceline Galloway, "Iris Crawford, you think no one can deal with you!"
But before she finished speaking, Yvonne suddenly screamed and fell to the ground!
Iris turned back in shock to find Yvonne clutching her belly with a pale face, "The child, my child..."
She... she only lightly brushed past Yvonne’s shoulder because Yvonne was blocking her path, but from just that, Yvonne fell?!
Now Jordan Jacobs couldn’t be bothered about anything else; a child was critical for the Jacobs Family’s lineage. He immediately kneeled on the ground, holding Yvonne, "Yvonne, what’s wrong?!"
"Iris knocked me..." Yvonne’s face was ashen, she seemed in real pain, struggling to speak, "The child, protect my child..."
Iris stood there while people dining nearby rushed out to see the commotion, "Oh my god! Call an ambulance right away!"
"It hurts so much, Jacobs, it hurts..." Yvonne gasped, looking at Iris with frail eyes, "Are you holding a grudge over losing your child back then, so you’re taking revenge on me... making me lose mine too!"
With that, people around them started pointing fingers at Iris, "Heart of a snake!"
"How can someone so beautiful be so evil!"
"Murderer!"
Iris took two steps back, "I didn’t hit you, you blocked my way!"
"Would I risk my child’s life to frame you?" Yvonne lay on the ground in agony, blood flowing down her thighs, "Iris Crawford, you vile woman!"
"Call the police! Arrest her!"
"Yes, yes, someone please help the pregnant lady, she’s too pitiful..."
Marceline Galloway didn’t expect any of this. She was terrified at the sight of blood, while Iris’s eyes remained wide open, locked onto Yvonne on the ground, "You dared to frame me?"
"Frame you? Do you have no shame!"
Someone nearby couldn’t stand it, giving Iris a harsh shove, causing her to stagger. Only Dane Rivers held her up, "What are you doing!"
"Still standing up for her?"
"A pair of despicable people!"
Iris did not utter a word in her defense; she bit down hard, tasting blood in her mouth. Yvonne, how vicious you are, to even use a child... it was a life!
"What’s going on?"
In the chaos, a tall male figure cut through the crowd like a knife, swiftly making his way to the private room entrance. There he saw Yvonne on the floor and Iris as the target of everyone’s scorn.
"Lachlan Wyatt! You’re finally here!" Dane Rivers yelled, "Quickly, help Iris!"
"Help? This woman’s a murderer, she should be arrested!"
Passersby insisted on their self-righteous justice, "Why are you still holding her back? Detain her before she escapes!"
Hearing this, the surrounding crowd tightened its circle around Iris.
When she looked up, Iris’s lashes trembled slightly; she looked at Lachlan Wyatt, who returned the gaze with indifferent eyes.
It seemed as though even if Iris killed someone in front of him, he wouldn’t blink.
Lachlan’s voice was cold, as if coming from the distant edge of the universe.
There was blood on the ground, but the lives of others were of no concern to him. He walked straight to Iris, not even glancing at Yvonne on the ground.
"What’s going on, Iris?"
At that moment, Iris’s pupils contracted abruptly, "Do you doubt me?"
"Of course not."
Lachlan sneered, stepping in bloodied shoes, his face showing disdain, the frown even making him look striking, "Where’s the surveillance footage?"
"No surveillance in private rooms..." Dane Rivers’ voice trailed off, "This restaurant is owned by our family..."
"No surveillance, to make it easier for her to act!"
"This woman planned to push over the pregnant woman from the start!"
In the crowd, someone perched with a smile of satisfaction.
With everyone present, how will this drama unfold? Birdie... let me watch you cry in despair as you’re pointed at by everyone... No matter how meticulous you are, there will be a day you’re truly framed...
Jonas Kingsley, donned in a suit, melted into the crowd, a serpentine glint flashing in his eyes.
