Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 68: Just a Nobody, Don’t Mix Together!

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Just a Nobody, Don’t Mix Together!

James Chesterton couldn’t argue with Iris Crawford’s temperament, she was tougher than a man, when would she ever lower her head?

Weighing between life and death, James reluctantly said, "Okay, I’ll take you guys to my place, but don’t mess around. I live alone, so if you drink too much and puke, there’s no one to clean up for you two!"

Seraphina Colbert shook the milk carton beside her, "I’m drinking milk!"

Iris wanted to speak, but her head felt heavy. When she opened her mouth, her brain felt stuffed with cotton, and her once active thoughts became sluggish. So she stood up to clear her mind, but the action was too quick, causing her to fall.

"Hey!" James quickly caught her, still holding a broom in his other hand, "Take her to my car, I’ll lock up after I finish sweeping."

"..." Seraphina thought, how are you so skilled at this, after all, are you the hostess or is she?

Seeing Iris so drunk, she didn’t say much and took Iris from James, along with his car keys.

She glanced at the license plate and froze.

Her hands trembled as she supported Iris.

After a while, she suddenly smiled, then opened the rear car door, and put Iris in. Ten minutes later, after thoroughly cleaning the lobby, James finally took a breath, locked up, and came to the car.

Iris was already lying on Seraphina’s lap, nuzzling and mumbling, "A girl’s lap is more comfortable..."

James had just commented how Iris was quieter when drunk, then she said something shocking, "In my next life, I want to be a jerk, sleep with all the pretty women around me, it would be... it would be awesome..."

"..." James started the car, thinking that Iris’s temperament could only be handled by Lachlan Wyatt, no ordinary man could match her!

Unfortunately, Lachlan chose not to want Iris.

It’s fine, if he doesn’t want her, others will! There’s plenty who do!

Playing a strategic game, he headed back home with Iris, and when he reached his place, James took Iris out and noticed Seraphina deftly at his doorstep, fiddling for a bit before the door opened.

James stood dumbfounded holding Iris, "How did you know the house password?"

Seraphina pointed at his license plate and said, "Didn’t you already write it on the license plate?"

"..." James felt something was off, but this answer was so spot on that he decided not to think about it. He carried Iris upstairs, laid her on the bed, and took a photo.

Who would he send it to? Of course, to Lachlan Wyatt!

[Chestnut] Lachlan, guess who this is?

The photo clearly showed Iris, red-cheeked and passed out on James’s bed, with her long eyelashes resting and her face flush like a peach.

[Chestnut] Hehehehehe

[Peach] ???

[HS] ???

[Sarah] What’s going on? What’s going on?

[Pierce] Guard against the day, guard against the night, hard to guard against the family traitor?

[Peach] James, I’ll kill you! You can’t share the grievance of taking my wife! Birdie is mine; only I can collect her corpse!

[Chestnut] Get lost, you perverted woman doctor! It’s safer for her to stay with me than be picked up by you!

[Sarah] Wow, I thought Birdie would be with Lachlan, not James?

[Chestnut] ...No, you’ve misunderstood.

[Pierce] Heh, this woman really leaves affection everywhere, huh.

[HS] Patrick Pierce, you’re very sour.

[Pierce] I’m not sour, the one who isn’t talking is the most sour.

Who’s not talking?

None other than Lachlan Wyatt, staring at the phone screen with knitted brows.

He looked at the chat log, only now realizing Iris wasn’t home again. When did she sneak out?

Last time, she deliberately made noise for him to hear when going to see Jordan Jacobs in the middle of the night. This time, trying to sneak out, he didn’t even notice!

Even though they were just a few rooms apart!

Was James’s bed really that comfortable for her to sleep so soundly?

This woman! How dare she sleep peacefully in another man’s bed?

Lachlan ground his teeth, sat up in bed, and called James.

"How come she’s at your place?"

"She was out playing with friends." James answered quickly, "But don’t come over; tonight Birdie’s staying here."

"She’s staying there." Lachlan’s smile turned cold, "If you dare touch her, James, you’d better be ready to die."

James’s gaze deepened, "Why hurt her if you care about her?"

"That’s none of your business." Lachlan’s tone was straightforward and harsh, "What I do with my belongings is not your concern."

"Birdie would get hurt." James said word by word, "If she ever really leaves you, Lachlan, you wouldn’t have anywhere to cry!"

Being loved by Iris Crawford was such a fortunate thing; she was the kind to face all dangers without hesitation, her love was scorching and sincere, willing to give everything for someone else’s sake.

"You’re too ungrateful."

James took a deep breath, "I’ll bring Birdie to the office tomorrow, oh, and I’ll tell you something."

Lachlan raised an eyebrow, obviously not caring for what James said, as he was used to having control over everything, including Iris, who also couldn’t escape his grasp, "Go ahead."

"J has returned home."

James lowered his voice, "Intel from the dark web, you should be prepared."

"Okay."

Lachlan originally intended to pick up Iris, but upon hearing this, he changed his mind.

Better to leave Iris at James’s place, maybe... it might even save some trouble.

The next morning, Iris woke up and saw Seraphina beside her, instinctively leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. when Seraphina woke, her face turned red. She covered her face and rolled far on the bed, saying to Iris, "You, you, you, you!"

Iris chuckled, "Morning."

As if yesterday’s emotional outburst didn’t exist, with the sun back up, she was once again the tenacious Iris Crawford, indomitable like a cockroach.

As Seraphina got up, she said to Iris, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I need to go to work." Iris felt like a jerk, waking up from another woman’s bed only to leave, "You can stay at James’s, I’ll come to keep you company after work."

Seraphina instinctively asked, "We’ve only met twice, aren’t you afraid I could be bad?"

Iris stared into Seraphina’s eyes before suddenly grinning, "You’re smart, I like dealing with smart people."

Seraphina didn’t speak; after a while, she whispered, "Thank you."

Iris was stunned.

"Why say thank you?"

Seraphina’s eyes carried some emotion Iris couldn’t understand; she pulled out a smile, "We’re both trapped in our situations, Iris, we’re kindred spirits."

Iris didn’t understand what Seraphina meant by that, then she heard sounds from downstairs.

When James came out of the bedroom, he found the door surrounded by people, intimidating like being encircled by a mobster gang.

Oh my! Lachlan didn’t call people for revenge, did he?!

He frantically knocked on Iris’s door, shouting as he entered, "Iris, did your enemies come for you?"

Both Iris and Seraphina hurried out in their pajamas, and upon seeing the people outside, Seraphina’s face turned, "Wait! They’re here for me!"

Iris Crawford and James Chesterton exchanged a surprised look, noticing Seraphina Colbert gritting her teeth as she stepped forward to open James’s door, instantly letting in a crowd that filled the hall with the force of a storm.

Iris realized that these people were the same tall, muscular bodyguards from the bar the other day with Seraphina. They were nearly two meters tall, exceptionally muscular, well-trained, and clearly not ordinary people; there was even a murderous air about them.

This...this group seemed to mean business, unlike regular bodyguards.

James and Iris huddled in the corner.

Iris: "...Can we handle so many people?"

James: "If you can’t, do you think I can?"

Iris: "...Should we run?"

James: "Call the police, have them save us!"

The mention of the police immediately drew all eyes to James and Iris. Iris, ever the opportunist, quickly plastered a smile on her face and said, "Gentlemen, please go easy on us..."

The encirclement tightened, and as Iris and James clung to each other, James said, "Amitabha, Iris, I have one last wish before I die. I want to find my sister who was sold by traffickers ten years ago. Remember to continue looking for her for me. I’ll cover for you first!"

No sooner had he said those words than Seraphina called out loudly from outside, "Don’t touch them!"

The black-clad bodyguards halted their actions.

Seraphina, with reddened eyes, yelled towards the outside, "Jude Hawthorne! Get your people away from my friends!"

Jude Hawthorne?

Iris looked through the door and saw a large vehicle parked outside, a George Patton, the same model as Lachlan Wyatt’s.

Next, she saw a man leap down from the tank-like vehicle. He was tall and lean, wearing a white tank top, his skin bronze, his muscles hard and fierce, his face marked by sharp features.

Unfortunately, beneath the furrowed brows, his eyes were filled with insidiousness and malice.

He looked rugged and wild, like a leading lion of the savannah, and as he strode in, a phrase flashed unbidden in Iris’s mind.

"A great general holds no fear, and a thousand horses flee the white robe."

"A thousand horses flee the white robe."

When he finally stood before Seraphina, he spoke, "Did you spend the night here yesterday?"

Seraphina, feeling the pressure, replied, "They are my friends!"

Jude made a slight gesture, and the people surrounding Iris and James finally dispersed. But his expression didn’t relax a bit. He looked at the woman in front of him, pointed at James, and said, "And him?"

"Also my friend!"

Seraphina shielded James, her gaze fixed on the USB-shaped necklace around his neck for a long time before looking away. She took a deep breath and said, "I slept with her yesterday."

Jude smiled like a venomous snake, "You better not let me catch you with another man, Seraphina. Don’t try to challenge me."

"Don’t harm my friends!" Seraphina reached over and grabbed Iris’s hand, "She’s not someone you can mess with either!"

Mess with?

Was there anyone in this world Jude Hawthorne couldn’t mess with?

Jude sneered, "Get over here, don’t make me say it a second time!"

Iris was dumbfounded. Did Seraphina have something on Jude? This man looked so sinister. Why did Seraphina still have to go?

So Iris said directly in front of Jude, "Don’t go, Seraphina, come to me!"

With that, she pulled Seraphina behind her and looked up at Jude, "What do you want with her?"

It was the first time Jude had heard a woman dare to talk to him that way in all his years.

"Hand Seraphina over to me, and I might leave enough of you for identification." Jude’s eyes narrowed, and the bodyguards behind him stood ready.

Faced with all this, Iris didn’t flinch, firmly protecting Seraphina behind her. No way she was handing Seraphina over to this no-good man!

Seeing this, Jude laughed, "Looks like you’ve found a friend willing to die for you, Seraphina. Does she even know who you are?"

Standing behind Iris, Seraphina looked at her pale, slender neck and murmured, "Iris..."

Before she could finish, a voice came from the doorway, "Why so many people? It’s busier than a feast at the village gate."

Iris’s face changed.

A man squeezed through the door, and among the black-clad crowd, he clicked his tongue, and with a casual shove, he cleared the path by pushing aside those blocking his way, sending the black-clad men staggering.

"Get the hell out of the way, you’re an eyesore!"

"..." Jude watched the man who came in. He was dressed in a suit, supposed to be all proper and dignified, but he carried a dangerous aura, a mix of righteousness and wickedness. The expensive badge on his chest gleamed as Lachlan Wyatt looked past Jude towards Iris not far away, "James, why are there suddenly so many people at your house? Iris, did you get into trouble again?"

James pointed at Jude, "Look...look at him!"

"Oh." Lachlan nodded to Jude, "Get out, don’t make me call your guardians!"

...Guardians?

Jude laughed fiercely, "Long time no see, Young Master Wyatt."

Lachlan said, "Long time no see. I’m here to take someone. Watch your own woman!"

Then Lachlan turned to Iris, "Look at you! Bringing a woman home! Getting into trouble with someone you shouldn’t! Lucky I got wind of it. Seraphina, stay away from Iris from now on, don’t make trouble for me!"

Iris was unyielding, baring her teeth, "Why can’t I? Why are you being harsh on her? You can’t be harsh on her!"

...Arguing with him over a woman?

"Do you know who he is?"

Lachlan pointed at Jude with his chin, "A prince in the gang, Martin Hawthorne’s brother, Jude Hawthorne."

No wonder Lachlan said he’d call guardians.

Jude and Jude.

"If a man does not think of himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth."

The two brothers, quite interesting, one protects, the other destroys.

Hearing Lachlan say this, Seraphina’s face dimmed slightly, seemingly discouraged by his words. Indeed, she shouldn’t have come out with Iris so casually; otherwise, Iris and James wouldn’t have gotten into such trouble early in the morning.

She was simply a troublemaker...

Iris couldn’t bear seeing Seraphina look like that, stepping forward to grab Lachlan by the collar, "Take back what you said! Seraphina, don’t listen to him, feel free to come to me later!"

Jude was stunned. How dared this woman do that? Even Lachlan had to show some respect, and this woman went straight for the collar?

Lachlan seized Iris’s slender wrist, forcibly dragging her away, "I haven’t even settled the account of you sleeping with James, and you’re already thinking of protecting other women?"

Jude wanted to laugh, "So that’s how it is. Then we’ll each take our own, Young Master Wyatt. I’ll learn from you next time." After all, Lachlan was a man even his useless elder brother praised.

Watching Jude’s people escort Seraphina away, her departing figure made even Iris feel humiliated. So she glared and shouted at the backs of Jude’s large group, "Aren’t you a man! Treating a woman like this! Damn it, just try and let me meet you next time!"

"..." Who else but the fearless Iris would dare to speak tough words against Jude?

James hadn’t turned back yet, and Seraphina and the group of black-clad men had already left his house, moving with machine-like efficiency, strictly trained, leaving no loose ends, and the hall was emptied.

Iris felt a little dazed, collapsing onto the sofa, "What kind of person is Seraphina?"

"A nobody." Lachlan lowered his eyes, "Just a wild girl, don’t mix with her."

Iris felt a sharp pain in her chest, "You’re even controlling who I make friends with?"

"She’s not in the same league as you." Lachlan carried an air of superiority, "You’re a young lady from a wealthy family; she’s a little gangster from the street. How can you be the same? Enough, tidy up and get to work. You won’t see Seraphina again in this lifetime."

Jude wouldn’t let her out again.