Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 52: She Cried in Another Man’s Arms!

This unexpected incident stunned everyone. They were contemplating whether to get out of the car to rescue Iris Crawford. After all, there were enough of them to deal with Peter Marshall, but if they really took Iris Crawford away, it would mean their plan had failed.

After all the hard work to reach this point, do they really want to stop the plan?

Hector Sutton’s face was already ashen. He never imagined Iris Crawford could go this far for the plan, that Peter Marshall had taken advantage of her, yet she could still endure!

In reality, when Peter Marshall approached her, Iris Crawford reached out to push his chest, then pretended to be shy, saying, "Marshall, you’re like this, and everyone’s watching from the side..."

"What’s the big deal." Peter Marshall didn’t feel embarrassed at all. Everyone in the room had to listen to him. He was used to drinking and taking liberties, so why stop?

Even if he did her here today, what would be the problem?

Peter Marshall touched Iris Crawford’s face and said, "What’s wrong, little beauty, are you shy? First time going public?"

Iris Crawford nodded, deliberately fluttering her eyelashes, pretending to be cautious, "Well... I only used to accompany drinks... This is the first time accompanying, accompanying Marshall..."

This despicable man, Peter Marshall, got excited hearing words like "the first time," even going bold, "So it’s your first time going public, huh? Then brother understands you’re nervous, be good, do it a few more times and you’ll loosen up..."

"Here, here?" Iris Crawford asked in a pitched voice, with a hint of nervousness and seeming both fearful and excited, "I’ve never tried, y-you let them leave, I don’t want others to see..."

Out here selling themselves, still pretending to be pure!

Peter Marshall laughed, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and waved his hand, "All of you get out, don’t come in within an hour, lest my Birdie can’t let loose!"

The words "my Birdie" caused goosebumps to rise on Iris Crawford.

The servants all left, and Gia, sitting aside playing on her phone, gave Peter Marshall a long look.

Unexpectedly, Peter Marshall said to her as well, "You should leave too, go back first."

"Okay." Surprisingly, Gia didn’t cry or make a fuss, reacting unlike the typical mistress Peter Marshall kept. Normally, wouldn’t a mistress excel at jealousy and rivalry?

But Gia was so calm and collected, who knew if she felt sure her position was secure or had other motives. She stood up, took her bag, and left, showing no signs of emotional upset toward Peter Marshall.

Only before leaving did she unexpectedly turn and glance back.

That glance was directed at Iris Crawford.

Iris Crawford thought she was using her eyes to warn her, but did not expect Gia’s gaze was so complex, even revealing some pity.

This kind of gaze momentarily fazed Iris Crawford, for Gia seemed different from what they all anticipated...

Finally, Gia left, leaving only her and Peter Marshall in the room.

Peter Marshall embraced Iris Crawford and pressed on her, licking her neck while saying, "Little sweetheart, who are you looking at."

Iris Crawford immediately withdrew her gaze, forced down her disgust, and said, "Marshall, what’s your relationship with the woman who left last?"

Peter Marshall reached out to unbutton Iris Crawford’s clothes, then felt women were troublesome, asking a lot of questions, having to ask everything, "Her? She’s a sister of mine, don’t worry, brother Marshall will treat you well, as long as you behave..."

Looking at the unbuttoned clothes, the chest about to burst forth from under the fabric, Peter Marshall’s eyes turned green, it was really good luck running into such a supreme beauty, it seemed tonight he would be quite blessed! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Iris Crawford’s face went pale, "Marshall, wait a moment..."

Before she could speak, Peter Marshall leaned in to sniff her hair, and then his mouth pressed down to meet her lips!

At the moment of contact, a bloody murderous intent flashed through Iris Crawford’s eyes as Peter Marshall pressed on her. Meanwhile, behind him, unseen, she struck his neck with a hard karate chop!

Peter Marshall’s body suddenly went stiff, then went limp and collapsed heavily onto Iris Crawford.

Iris Crawford forcefully pushed Peter Marshall aside, biting her lip to slip out from beneath him, speaking into the mini walkie-talkie hidden in her hair, "You can come in now."

The people in the car outside were just waiting for Iris Crawford’s words, then suddenly rushed off the vehicle!

Hector Sutton was the first to enter the room, and he immediately saw Peter Marshall unconscious on the sofa, struck down by Iris Crawford, showing no sign of the cunningness he was known for.

Truly the word ’sex’ is a knife above one’s head.

Iris Crawford pointed at Peter Marshall and said to Shayna Shaw, "You can find it yourself now, I felt something in the inner pocket of his jacket, it might be the evidence you need."

Elias Shaw, who usually wore gloves, frowned and stepped forward to rummage through Peter Marshall’s pockets, pulling out an account book and a small USB drive. He held up the USB drive for a moment, squinting and saying, "Iris Crawford, you’ve truly done an excellent job."

Iris Crawford stood in the corner for some reason, not stepping forward. Surprisingly, she wiped her lips hard, leaving them red from rubbing.

Hector Sutton seemed to remember something and was about to rush over when, to his surprise, a figure acted faster, flashing to the front and grabbing Iris Crawford’s hand firmly.

Being held tightly, Iris Crawford unexpectedly looked up, locked eyes with Lachlan Wyatt’s dark pupils.

A shiver went through her chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Where did he touch you?"

Lachlan Wyatt’s words came calmly but with a cold pressure that made June feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Why does he have such a strong presence, with just a few words enough to chill one to the bone?

Iris Crawford was provoked by rebellious feelings, fiercely shaking off Lachlan Wyatt.

Lachlan Wyatt was stunned.

This was, in his memory, the first time Iris Crawford had shaken him off.

Before, no matter what, Iris Crawford would smile and comply, charming and beautiful, like a flower.

But now, in front of the other members of the office, Iris Crawford actually shook him off, not only that, she imitated his cold demeanor, tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said, "You say I use my body to seduce men, where else could he touch?"

Both girls, Peach and Sarah, could tell that Iris was feeling wronged and thus became resentful towards Lachlan.

Using beauty can indeed be quick and convenient, but Iris never relied on her looks to complete tasks. She has a clever mind and many skills, yet her personality often leads people to think she excels because of her beauty. But upon closer examination, has Iris ever truly relied on her looks to solve any problems?

For Lachlan, this was the first time.

Lachlan knew that Iris was a young lady of high status, proud and ambitious. Even when he flirted with her in the past, he could always see defiance and a mischievous desire to spar with him in her eyes. But now...

Gone.

Coldness all around, as if he had let her down.

Lachlan spoke with some aggression in his tone, "So, now that I’m asking you where you were touched, can you answer normally?"

Iris’s eyes reddened. Was Lachlan implying she was being unreasonable?

Her lips pressed together and trembled slightly. The woman forcefully shoved Lachlan aside and walked out, without saying a word, leaving the members following behind feeling a little pity.

James watched Iris leave. Her red dress should have been striking, but now she left with a sense of desolation, as if someone had betrayed her. He said to Lachlan, "Don’t talk to her like that. You know how much Birdie sacrificed for this mission..."

Lachlan was baffled. He meant for Iris to just flirt with Peter, but Peter’s actions weren’t something he instructed. Why was Iris taking out her anger on him?

Hector pursued, "Are you going after her or not? If not, I’ll go after her myself."

Lachlan’s body shook, "You’re going after her?"

Hector didn’t reply, gave Lachlan a look, and followed Iris’s steps out.

Chasing after her, he saw Iris standing alone in a small corner at the entrance of the club. Her vibrant brows seemed to have wilted at this moment, looking pitifully at the ground. After a while, a tear fell.

Even Iris herself was shocked by this tear.

How long had it been since she cried? Two years, perhaps. Ever since that kidnapping, Iris hadn’t cried. She commanded herself not to cry, sealing up all her emotions, becoming a cold tool for revenge.

Yet she didn’t expect that she could still cry.

She still had the ability to cry after being hurt by someone.

Iris wanted to wipe her eyes, and a napkin was handed over from the side.

She shifted her gaze, and upon looking up, found it was Hector.

Noticing her emotional change, Hector stiffly said, "Disappointed it wasn’t Lachlan."

Iris took the napkin, thanked him.

She was someone who loved and hated clearly. Hector had wronged her in the past but apologized later, and Iris could rise above it, with nothing left to resist about him now.

Hector squeezed out a sentence, "Don’t hold back. If you need a hug—"

Opening his arms, Hector coaxed Iris like a child, "Come here, I’ll give you a hug."

She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her nose turned sour, and Iris leaned into Hector’s embrace and cried openly. She didn’t know she could feel so wronged.

She thought she didn’t care anymore. She had been divorced and had an abortion, waking up next to Lachlan more than once over the past two years. Why should she care about who touched her?

She was upset with Lachlan’s attitude.

Iris gripped Hector’s clothes tightly, as if venting her emotions through it. After some time, she finally stopped crying, sniffing with a heaving nose like a homeless puppy. She looked up at Hector, "Did you find the evidence you needed?"

Hector’s voice was muffled, "From Elias’s reaction, it seems we found it. You don’t need to continue associating with Peter."

"Alright." It’s good that it’s resolved. Iris wiped her eyes and said to Hector, "I’ve changed my opinion of you, thought you were misogynistic, didn’t expect you to have a conscience."

Hector, like a cat that had its tail stepped on, nearly jumped up yelling, "I dislike women because my family runs a talent agency. Those starlets give me headaches with their constant drama, so fake and pretentious, always causing issues for me to handle!"

That’s why he naturally developed an animosity towards women, targeting Iris as strongly as he did when they first met. After all, Iris’s face was like that of a star—even better than a star.

"Oh, I thought you were hurt by a woman in your family, like maybe your mom dotes on an illegitimate child instead of you." Iris said as she continued sniffing, "Turns out it’s because of the female artists in the company. Thought too highly of me, I’m even more difficult than a star."

"..." Hector was speechless. How could there be a woman like Iris? If not for her face, she probably would have been beaten numerous times!

With Hector changing the subject, Iris felt much better and regretted her impulsiveness. How could she crumble like this over Lachlan? It wasn’t right. Dropping her gaze, she clenched her fingers.

She told herself not to let it happen again next time.

Her peripheral vision glanced towards the entrance of the club, and Iris was shocked.

Lachlan stood there, with a deep expression and impressive brows. He just stood there, with a daunting aloofness radiating from his back. Iris didn’t know how long he had been standing there, whether he saw Hector holding her.

After a while, Lachlan stepped forward and once again grabbed Iris’s hand.

"Done crying in Hector’s arms?"

Words carried a cold edge, Lachlan lowered his voice, "Done crying, then come back with me."

Iris wanted to break free, but remembered the thought that passed through her mind earlier. Why should she resist Lachlan? If she didn’t hold expectations for him, then even if he hurt her, she wouldn’t feel pain.

Finger clenched tighter, Iris deliberately said, "Done crying."

Lachlan sneered, disregarding Hector’s presence, and directly pulled Iris aside, nobody knew when he had ordered another car. After all, they didn’t come together, but now he simply dragged Iris into his separate car!

The driver started the car, not even giving Hector a glance.

He was stunned, shouting towards Lachlan’s back, "Be gentle! Don’t hurt her!"

Lachlan’s aura became even more intense, forcefully slamming the car door, and the car left the spot!