Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 67: Take Me Home, Let Me Sleep at Your Place!
Lachlan Wyatt’s expression changed suddenly after hearing Iris Crawford’s words, becoming so unfamiliar that Iris felt as if she hadn’t known him at all for the past two years. He gave her a deep look and then said, "Is there someone in the world who looks identical to you?"
Iris felt a sudden chill in her chest, "What do you mean?"
"Perhaps when the day comes, you’ll understand."
Lachlan’s hand slowly rested on Iris’s neck, coiling around her like a venomous snake, "Before that day, I won’t harm you, but if you get in my way, Iris, you won’t mind seeing my true face."
It was destined from the moment of the kidnapping years ago.
Under his cold gaze, it forged her stone-heartedness.
Iris suddenly felt an intense coldness. Perhaps her ex-husband Jordan Jacobs wasn’t wrong at all—the kidnapping back then, could it have been Lachlan...
She opened her mouth, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke, "Then the purpose you saved me was..."
"The world is only about deep love and revenge."
Lachlan’s voice lowered as he curved his lips, "I’m very much looking forward to the day he discovers you by my side, Iris."
And that day is almost upon us.
That night, Iris lay awake alone.
She suddenly realized she was facing not only the hatred towards Jordan Jacobs over the past two years, but possibly even a new storm, of which she knew nothing, having been dragged into the tempest by Lachlan, yet trying to escape unscathed.
It’s truly wishful thinking.
With nothing to do, Iris called James Chesterton, saying, "Can I investigate Lachlan Wyatt’s identity?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
James was in the middle of a game and was startled, "Birdie, why are you suddenly..."
Iris’s eyelashes fluttered, a trace of loneliness appearing on her cold and glamorous face, "We’re going to part ways soon, and before that, I want to clear up my doubts."
"Are you leaving our agency?" James couldn’t bear hearing the phrase ’part ways’; he frowned, "Birdie, though Lachlan Wyatt is not a good person, but..."
He hasn’t harmed us.
Iris sort of knew what James was about to say. She looked up at her bedroom ceiling, "Yet it seems I’m being dragged under by him, unable to stay uninvolved."
"Lachlan Wyatt has many secrets. From what I know, his mom was a mistress."
James didn’t hold back and directly said, hearing Iris’s cool voice, "And this information was suppressed because the Wyatt Family is rich and powerful—oh, and Lachlan’s father had more than one mistress, so Lachlan isn’t the only son in the family."
As Iris got up to open her computer, she listened to James ramble on, "So I can kind of understand why Lachlan never trusts anyone. He was hurt by his parents from a young age; his mom had a love-crazed mind, and his dad was a big scumbag. Oh, by the way, Lachlan’s mom was beautiful! We’ve seen her when we went on a mission ages ago..."
Once James started talking about the past, he couldn’t stop, and after a while, he said, "Birdie, do you still like Lachlan?"
As Iris searched for Lachlan’s information, her fingers paused on the keyboard. After a moment, she said, "I don’t like him anymore."
Why bother with something that yields no results.
"Good then," James mumbled, "liking Lachlan Wyatt leads nowhere."
Everybody says so.
Patrick Pierce, Martin Hawthorne, Hector Sutton.
It’s like Lachlan is someone beyond redemption.
Is he really beyond redemption, or has he long given up on himself?
Iris pursed her lips, changing the subject, "I’ll use your identity to look at the social worker database, okay?"
James almost jumped up, "You’re wearing my vest again!"
"Mainly because no one knows my little vest."
Iris stuck out her tongue somewhere James couldn’t see, her infiltration swift. James had said before, given time, Iris would surely become something more terrifying than him; the last person he spoke of this way was Lachlan.
Yet Lachlan never liked taking the top spot; instead, he loved playing second place and deceiving the first-place tiger with the pig act. His mindset was extremely vicious.
Compared to his sinister nature, Iris seemed much more carefree and bright. She pulled down all of Lachlan’s documents and suddenly discovered that the day Lachlan returned to the country two years ago was the same day she had an encounter with Jordan Jacobs.
That day, she unconsciously ended up with Jordan Jacobs, and waking up the next day, both were bewildered. She remembered it made Jordan sick of her for quite some time. Later, with a child, Iris thought she could use it to win back the man’s heart...
"Jordan Jacobs and I once had a relationship, but I have no memory of it; waking up in bed together." Iris swallowed, "Could it have been Lachlan’s doing? That night at the banquet was the first time I saw him—it was also his first return to the country after more than ten years..."
"Perhaps..." James lifted his head towards the ceiling, "Lachlan returned to the country for you?"
Looking at Lachlan’s multinational company, Iris frowned, "His overseas business is thriving—the majority of The Wyatt Group’s business is abroad, no reason to return to headquarters, it’s peculiar..."
James lightly added, "Do you think he might have fallen for you back then..."
"..." Iris chuckled coldly, "You’re fooling a ghost, want me to send you my old photos?"
Thinking of Iris from two years ago, James stopped speaking.
Lachlan is a face-con. It definitely wasn’t admiration that drew him to Iris! Then, something must have happened, prompting Lachlan to actively approach Iris...
She opened her eyes forcefully as a photo struck Iris’s vision.
That face—it’s one Iris would never forget.
The words Hector Sutton said upon meeting her suddenly rang in her ears—"Who are you fooling? Orion Crawford only had two sisters, and the fat one died two years ago."
Orion Crawford only had two sisters.
Iris gasped.
Within the people involved with The Wyatt Family two years ago, appeared the person she knew best.
"My... sister."
Her mouse lingered over the name for a long time, Iris felt a sudden chill, they were siblings, naturally resembling each other, especially her and her sister—when Iris was a ’fatty’ two years ago, no one would mistake them, but now, after slimming down, Iris looks too much like her sister...
"It seems Lachlan saved me because of my relationship with my sister."
As if a bucket of cold water was poured on her head, Iris suddenly woke up, staring in disbelief at her sister’s itinerary from two years ago, "My sister was a supermodel and once met the Wyatt Family abroad during an event..."
That meeting turned into a fateful entanglement.
This was a story belonging to her sister and the Wyatt Family, and in this story, Iris Crawford was merely a supporting character.
On the other side of the world she wasn’t aware of, others had also experienced thrilling love, and she was just a pitiful soul who knew nothing, yet two years later was dragged into their conflict.
Panting, Iris Crawford released the mouse, her voice hoarse, "I wish I were still that fool from back then..."
James Chesterton listened, unable to bear it, "Birdie, where are you? At home? Let’s go out and chat."
As Lachlan Wyatt’s long-time friend, James probably knew a bit of the inside story, yet he never expected Iris Crawford to be so resolute. Knowing that seeking an answer would hurt her, she still chose to pursue the truth decisively.
Iris Crawford didn’t speak; her shoulders drooped. She gazed at her red nails as if forcing blood out from her heart. After a while, she said, "Chestnut, could you take me out for a drive?"
She so wanted to talk to someone, but if she talked to everyone at the office, they would surely worry.
Iris Crawford gave an address, "Take me to see someone."
******
Twenty minutes later, at the entrance of a quaint little bar, someone pushed open the door with a creak.
The smoky-voiced female singer, noticing who walked in, froze for a moment, her guitar-playing hand stopped. She put down the guitar and stood up, "Why is it you again?"
Iris Crawford smirked, and the female singer said, "But the man you brought this time is not bad."
James Chesterton blushed at the singer’s words and hid behind Iris, "How come you’re more outgoing than Birdie?"
"Outgoing?" Colbert put a hand on her hip, "Missy here is the most outgoing! Last time, she brought two men to my bar and they fought. I was on duty that day and lost quite a bit from my paycheck. I’m just worried she’d bring some loser again this time!"
But this time, it didn’t look like a loser.
Colbert smirked, "You’re much better than the last two."
James whispered, "Who did you bring last time?"
"...Jordan Jacobs and Lachlan Wyatt."
James stood hands on hips too, "Haha! That can’t compare to me for sure!"
"..." The female singer rolled her eyes while pouring wine for Iris Crawford, but she paused slightly when her gaze skimmed over the necklace on James’s neck.
"This..." Colbert pointed at James’s neck, "Where did that necklace come from?"
Following her pointing finger, Iris also looked over. It was the USB-drive shaped necklace that James always wore, not sure since when he started wearing it.
Being a hacker, wearing this kind of necklace was quite usual.
James scratched his head, "I’ve worn it since I was a kid."
Colbert’s gaze dropped slightly, then she clinked glasses with Iris Crawford, "Good evening. What’s happening tonight? Your expression doesn’t look too good."
Iris smiled, "How do you understand me better than myself?"
Even though they’ve only met a few times.
Colbert shamelessly said, "Maybe it’s beauties appreciating beauties?"
The shamelessness was just like James’s.
Iris chuckled, clinked her milk with Colbert’s, "You’re not drinking?"
"Nope, today you’re drinking, so I won’t get drunk." Colbert seemed to instantly see Iris’s gloom and said, "I’m Seraphina Colbert, just call me Colbert. By the way, I just saw you on Weibo."
She held the phone up to Iris, "This is you, right? Iris Crawford? The famous actor’s chauffeur?"
Iris nodded, "Yes."
"You sure have a lot of men around you." Seraphina sighed, "Each one more handsome than the last, and the story is so fascinating. What’s your relationship with Patrick Pierce?"
"Are you a fan of his?"
"No." Seraphina clasped her hands with longing, "Just wanted to ask if flirting with a celebrity is exciting?"
Seeing her sneaky appearance, Iris jokingly cursed, "You’re such a gossip! He and I are co-workers, not that kind of relationship."
Though with Lachlan, it’s a shame, that relationship can’t be seen openly.
She was merely her sister’s substitute.
Seraphina glanced at James and asked Iris, "Are you... are you two a couple?"
James blushed and answered first, "How could that be? She wishes!"
"..." Iris slammed the table, "What do you mean?"
James said, "Dating you, that’s the toad wanting to eat swan meat!"
Iris reached out to pinch James, and Seraphina laughed uproariously. Although not deeply acquainted, Seraphina felt their personalities matched well. If it wasn’t for the circumstances, she’d really want to be good friends with Iris Crawford.
But the circle Iris lived in was a glamorous world, she probably wasn’t short on people willing to listen.
Seraphina patted Iris, "Since you need someone to listen, why not talk to me? You wouldn’t come here for no reason, right?"
An hour later, Seraphina smashed her glass on the ground and cursed, "He saved you just to use you? Iris, you don’t need to be heartbroken over such a man!"
James was sweeping, "Lift your feet, ladies, don’t get stabbed..." He felt like a counter service staff!
Iris lay in Seraphina’s arms, drunk and swaggering, "Exactly! Luckily, I have many handsome men around to distract me. Right, little Chestnut, come let me touch you."
Accepting his fate, James leaned his face forward, and Iris scratched his chin with her finger, "I don’t want to go home tonight." Home had Lachlan; just looking at him annoyed her. So handsome yet so cruel!
James felt a pang, "Then sleep at my place?"
"I want to be with Colbert." Iris hugged Colbert’s neck, "You take me and Colbert to your place to sleep."
...Will Lachlan really not cut him down?
But Iris’s sultry eyes said, "Are you afraid of Lachlan?"
James said, "Not only Lachlan, I’m also afraid of your brother Orion..."
"Don’t worry, if anything happens, I’ll cover you." Iris patted James’s shoulder like a bro, "Give me your big bed."
