Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 197: At This Moment, Please Save Me

When Iris Crawford opened her eyes, she saw the familiar chandelier above her head.

This scene immediately triggered the deepest memories in her brain, and Iris recalled in an instant where she was!

She felt an identical tug on her wrist, and Iris turned her head to see her hand, finding it locked with chains in the same way as five years ago.

This is...

"You’re finally awake."

Jonas Kingsley stepped forward and gently wiped the blood off Iris’s face. "Wrecking a Ferrari, what a pity."

Iris sneered, her lips curling into a dangerously beautiful smile. "It doesn’t matter, that car was a gift from Lachlan Wyatt, it’s not a loss."

Jonas had indeed... used a car to coerce her!

To avoid a traffic accident on the road, Iris deliberately drove to the outskirts, little did she know that this played right into Jonas’s hands. He had figured Iris wouldn’t want to involve innocent people, so she would choose to lead the trailing cars away by herself. Thus, in the desolate outskirts, it was as if he had her life in his hands!

Before she could turn the wheel, those black cars formed a blockade, ensnaring Iris’s Ferrari. The next moment was the roar of the red sports car, then it collided head-on with the car flying straight toward it!

This was Iris’s first car accident. She was thrown by the immense force and then yanked back into the seat by the seatbelt, while the airbag sprang out, protecting her upper body. The violent crash turned the Ferrari into a pile of scrap metal in the next second!

When Jonas walked over with a faint smile, a cigarette in his mouth, and opened the door of the now-silent Ferrari, he saw Iris unconscious, blood dripping from her head, slumped over the airbag.

As she regained consciousness now, the sharp pain began to course back into her body. Iris spat, her movements more defiant than a man’s. "Five years apart, and your tactics are as despicable as ever."

"Well, I’m just a despicable person after all."

Jonas used a wet wipe to dab at the blood seeping from Iris’s forehead. "While you were unconscious from your injuries, I had someone stop the bleeding. You’re quite lucky, even after all that, nothing serious happened."

"Do you want my life too?"

Iris smiled with blood on her lips. "Jonas, you can’t take my life away."

Hearing this, Jonas, who was initially smiling, altered his expression, and the hand that was wiping her face suddenly shifted to grip her neck tightly!

"I never expected that five years ago someone would pay me to get rid of you, and five years later, they still do."

Jonas squeezed Iris’s neck, giving a slight tug on the chains on her hand. "Iris, just how many people have you offended?"

"I don’t know," Iris laughed arrogantly. Even though she was covered in injuries, for some reason, this lent her a tremendously powerful yet fragile beauty. "Too many people want me dead, but unfortunately, none get their wish."

What kind of woman says such things?

"Is it for Lachlan?"

Jonas released Iris, walked off to the side, and lit a cigarette, exhaling the smoke into Iris’s face.

The woman had a strikingly cold and beautiful face. Her eyes were like dazzling stars, and he truly wanted to see what it would be like for those stars to fall...

Jonas said, "Iris, you’re fascinating, such a pity you’re always my adversary."

"Really?"

Iris tilted her neck back. "What do you plan to do to me this time?"

Without a word, Jonas snapped his fingers, and someone walked in from outside.

Cloaked in black, it reminded Iris of the Federation of Zelaria’s agents from before.

"Evelyn Rowan told me you broke her foot, right in front of everyone."

Jonas said absentmindedly, "So her brother Seth Rowan is asking me..."

"To make you taste the same pain."

The abrupt stop in his voice sent a shiver down Iris’s spine, but she had no time to think. Jonas’s subordinate had already closed in on her, "You can’t get to me, even if you cut off my leg."

"I know you’re tough."

Jonas grinned with bloodlust. "I should cut out your bones to see what they’re shaped like. Iris, I don’t know why I’m so interested in you, interested enough to want to personally drain your blood."

"You’re inhuman," Iris gritted out each word through clenched teeth, seeing the blade in the approaching black-clad man’s hand. "Everything Evelyn Rowan went through was her own doing, it has nothing to do with me!"

"It’s fine, since they paid me, I might as well do the job right."

One moment Jonas was smiling, the next, his expression darkened suddenly. "Do it!"

Iris cried out, "What do you want to do?"

But everything that was happening left her no time to think. The next moment, sharp pain shot from her wrist, making the woman’s pupils contract intensely, again and again, as if hit by a massive shock. She couldn’t hold back, even someone as tough as her let out a cry of agony!

Hearing Iris’s voice, Jonas felt a thrill run through his entire body, he was unsure why this filled him with such excitement, or perhaps, there was another reason behind the exhilaration...

He watched as the blood from Iris’s wrist burst forth like fireworks!

Iris’s whole body trembled violently with the pain!

"You broke Evelyn’s foot, I severed your tendon, now it’s fair, don’t you think?"

Jonas felt no remorse for his brutality, watching Iris’s hand twitch uncontrollably, as blood dripped to the floor, he felt a surge of ecstasy.

Iris, Iris, being able to hurt you is truly wonderful.

He stepped forward, noticing the cold sweat forming on her forehead, her lips turned pale from being bitten hard, suppressing any plea for mercy, but the pain of the severed tendon, without anesthetic, was etched clearly into her body. As the woman closed her eyes, a tear squeezed out from the corner.

"Beg me."

Jonas snapped his fingers, and the man in black stopped his actions, the sharp knife swung in the air, efficiently, as if having just committed a murder.

"Do you think if I did this to you, Seth Rowan would be satisfied?"

Jonas stepped closer, watching Iris endure the pain, he planted a kiss at the corner of her mouth, "You should know, all these years, only I can hurt you, I can make you suffer in hell, Iris..."

At these words, Iris shook uncontrollably all over, she could no longer maintain her rationality, vibrating as if silently pleading for help.

Her hand, her hand, her right hand!

Her right hand was ruined!

Jonas had severed the tendon in her right hand!

Lachlan... Lachlan...

About to fall into darkness again, Iris’s lips quivered, uttering a name that made Jonas furious, "Lachlan..."

Hearing this was like a stimulus for Jonas, he shook Iris awake furiously, "What did you say? Whose name did you just say?"

"Why?"

Seeing Iris unresponsive and seemingly on the verge of passing out, his anger intensified, "Why at this time would you still call out Lachlan’s name! Clearly, I’m right in front of you! Why do you all only see Lachlan!"