Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 78: Destroy Iris Crawford’s Innocence!
Upon hearing the three words spoken by Iris Crawford, the man seemed to be enraged, his fingers suddenly tightening on her chin.
However, surprisingly, Iris merely furrowed her brows and didn’t utter a sound.
Stubborn mouth indeed.
The man squinted his beautiful eyes, staring directly at Iris’s fair face. "Is this why Lachlan Wyatt is interested in you?"
"I don’t know." Iris smiled even more brightly. "Maybe it’s because I have a good figure and a wild personality."
Saying such nonchalant words, wasn’t it just a way to assert dominance over him?
You tie me up, imprison me, but I’m not afraid at all.
Provoked, the man sneered and said to Iris, "Not afraid of me?"
Iris took a breath, "Is there any use in being afraid?"
The man was taken aback.
She didn’t ask who he was, nor did she plead for mercy. It seemed as if the moment she opened her eyes, she had already accepted the fact that she was trapped here.
Lachlan Wyatt, the woman you’re interested in is quite interesting.
"Should I introduce myself?" The man released Iris and watched as she tugged at the chain, making a sound that relaxed his brows in a good mood. But then Iris calmly said, "No need, you don’t have to specially introduce yourself. I’m not interested in knowing."
"...." Is this woman too complacent? Doesn’t she realize she’s in danger!
"Lachlan and I share the same father but different mothers—" The man in front of her didn’t pay attention to Iris and began speaking to himself, which made her expression change, but she quickly interrupted, "Don’t bother, no one wants to know that."
"...." Having let go of Iris, the man was again ignored by her and angrily stepped forward to choke her neck. She bowed her head like a swan, and when she slowly lifted it, she grinned, "Are you mad?"
"You really know how to anger me." The man smiled in a way quite similar to Lachlan, but his tone was much harsher. "Since that’s the case, if you don’t want to know who I am, just call me Mr. J."
"Mr. J..." Iris murmured this name. She had heard about J from Elias Shaw because Yvonne Jennings had been in close financial contact with an account named J these past two years. Could it be...?
This person in front of her?
If so, Iris thought, it’s certain that the Jennings were able to recover thanks to this man’s help...
"Did you help Jordan Jacobs?"
Without much thought, Iris coldly asked, her tone shocking the man. However, after a moment, he smiled, "Your mind works quickly. Yes, it was me."
"Why help him?"
"It was just a small effort."
"No one ever taught you that meddling too much comes with a price?" Iris didn’t care about her current situation, turned her head, and escaped the man’s control, clicking her tongue, "Do you really enjoy adding fuel to the fire?"
"Whatever Lachlan Wyatt wants, I’ll compete against him for it."
The man was very satisfied to see Iris struggling, the more she struggled, the more it excited him.
How can you escape, Iris?
Lachlan Wyatt is interested in you, so I’ll make my move.
"Has he touched you?"
Suddenly lowering his voice, the man’s expression became terrifying, "Lachlan, has he slept with you?"
Iris didn’t blink, "Almost sleeping together every day."
Hearing this, the man’s breathing suddenly accelerated, then he dragged Iris onto a nearby bed. The chain was quite long, even allowing her to enter the private bathroom in the room. Throwing her onto the bed was no problem, and being called out by Iris, the man directly placed her on the bed.
Reaching out, he felt Iris’s slight trembling, and finally smiled, "Are you scared?"
Iris clenched her fingers tightly, "Not afraid."
Before the words were even finished, someone viciously bit her neck, not lightly, even with a slight sting. Iris gasped sharply, "Are you a dog?"
"Aren’t you truly afraid?"
"Afraid of what?"
Iris, with a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, continued to speak sharp words that didn’t match her beautiful face, "I’m afraid of nothing, just that you might be incompetent in bed."
In that instant, the man felt a surge of fire ignite through his body, an electric current ran from his spine to his scalp. He took a deep breath and fiercely tore at Iris’s clothes, "Aren’t you afraid of being defiled by someone?"
"Firstly, I have no moral shackles, so things like chastity mean nothing to me. Slut-shaming won’t work on me. If you want to do it, make sure you’re skilled, otherwise, it’ll be really embarrassing if you can’t make me feel good. Secondly, if you want to get it done, do it quickly, but I don’t want any diseases, so you better use protection."
Listen to her talk! Listen!
These words, do they really come from a woman’s mouth!
This, is this something a woman should think?!
The man gritted his teeth, squeezing out a sentence through his teeth, "I really underestimated your sharp tongue, Iris."
The more she said that, the less interested he became. Was she doing things in reverse? Could this woman be too smart for her own good?
"If you underestimate me, hurry up and apologize." Unexpectedly, Iris Crawford laughed loudly, "There’s a lot you haven’t seen yet."
Even though her body was trembling, she never took a step back. Lachlan Wyatt, is this the woman you fancy?
Who would have thought, in just two years, that your tastes have changed?
"Before that, let me tell you my real name."
The lick on Iris Crawford’s earlobe, a gesture previously exclusive to Lachlan, sent shivers down her spine. Before realizing what the man was about to do, he said, "I’m Jonas Kingsley, ’Jonas’ as in ’Jonas’, ’Kingsley’ as in ’Kingsley’."
A great name, noble and grand.
"Too bad, it belongs to a scumbag." Iris curled her leg, trying to kick him, but her thigh was pinned down. The man’s voice descended from above, "You didn’t think I hadn’t investigated you in advance, did you?"
Iris’s face turned pale; she didn’t expect him to be so prepared.
"I found out that in recent years, your sparring partners have been top-level fighters like Martin Hawthorne, so naturally your combat power isn’t low. Unfortunately, a woman is, after all, just a woman..."
"A woman is, after all, just a woman?" Iris laughed heartily, "What kind of bullshit are you spouting? The only way you can humiliate a woman is by forcing her physically. Rest assured, I won’t be harmed at all. You raping me hurts less than failing in my career would."
Jonas Kingsley’s pupils constricted sharply.
"What did you say?"
"Call me a slut, fine. Want to ruin my purity, go ahead." Iris clucked her tongue twice, utterly unrestrained, teetering on the edge of shame, "But saying I can’t make money with my company? Not a chance."
The implication was that no matter what Jonas did now, she wouldn’t care—at worst, it’s just a physical body. So what? She didn’t have anyone she wanted to stay faithful to.
She only had an ex-husband she wanted to personally take revenge against.
"For a divorced woman who’s had an abortion." In that second, Iris’s eyes shone brightly, as if Jonas’s attempted rape didn’t bother her at all, "These things have long stopped mattering. I’m more interested in making a ton of money and becoming a rich woman. If you’re going to do it, hurry up."
After saying that, she even actively clasped Jonas’s waist, rubbing her thigh against his pants, "Oh, come on, you men are so insecure? Do you need a woman to bawl her eyes out to feel validated? The moment she doesn’t care, you’re out of options?"
"Then..." Tightening her legs around Jonas’s strong waist, Iris said with stunning beauty but immense sarcasm, "That’s pretty pathetic, isn’t it."
No wonder you can’t compare to Lachlan Wyatt.
Jonas was violently shaken, an incredulous expression appearing on his face.
Rebellious and unruly, shocking the world!
Why is there a spirit stronger than any man’s inside this woman’s body?
Jonas released Iris. He had intended to make her plead, showing vulnerable eyes begging and pitifully saying no, but he’d never considered that Iris would never beg. She would rather die standing tall!
"You’re simply..."
"Running out of vocabulary, can’t describe me, right?"
Iris, pinned beneath Jonas, had her black hair spread across the pillow, her pale skin and starry eyes making her exceptionally beautiful, but the words she spoke were shockingly bold!
"I’m surprised Lachlan Wyatt would be interested in you." Jonas grabbed Iris’s hair. If this way doesn’t work, then violence in another form could still cause her pain, "Don’t believe I’d hit a woman?"
"Hit a woman?" Iris turned her face away, "Go ahead, you can beat me to death, but you can’t subdue me. Pain will only excite me, will make me want to fight back more deeply."
Having experienced death once, Jonas, you can’t threaten me with anything.
Jonas had never encountered such a woman! He grabbed Iris’s hair, forcing her to face him, but the silky feel of it made him lose focus for a few seconds.
Could this be the softness Lachlan Wyatt could touch daily?
Without speaking, Jonas’s gaze deepened, seemingly drifting into a trance. After a moment, he said, "You look nothing like your sister."
"You’re not as capable as your brother."
"... I never said I was younger than him."
"You look like a younger brother, so I assumed."
Jonas’s face turned ashen with rage, "Iris Crawford, you’re too much! You’re the one being imprisoned by me right now!"
"I’m the eldest daughter of The Crawford Family. Imprison me, and you’re courting death."
Iris looked at the man pressing down on her, her hair disheveled, her gaze sharp and clear, "Lachlan Wyatt will definitely come."
No sooner had she finished speaking, a loud bang sounded at the door. Someone stepped through the dust that followed, and after a swirl of it dispersed, a tall figure stood outside the broken door.
Iris squinted her eyes and smiled. Lachlan Wyatt, it seems you have a habit of bursting in dramatically.
Jonas was still pressing on Iris, now standing up from her body, "You’re here?"
"Let her go." Lachlan Wyatt cracked his knuckles menacingly, his gaze frighteningly cold, "Jonas Kingsley, what do you think you’re doing?"
With a half-smile, Iris mockingly said, "Are you blind? Can’t you tell? He wants to sleep with me!"
"..." Jonas was shocked, looking at the woman beneath him—only to hear Iris curse, "Arrive any later, and you can just have someone carry my corpse out! Send it to Peach Labs!"
