Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 91: Her Aura Surpasses President Wyatt’s!

Rebellious?

Lachlan Wyatt could only laugh. In Hugh Wyatt’s mind, all that mattered was money and profit. His children were just pawns in his hands. How could a mere pawn dare to defy him?

Lachlan thought, after spending so much time with Iris Crawford, he might have picked up some of Iris’s audacity. So Lachlan pushed the documents aside, clasped his hands, looked at his father, took a deep breath, and said, "Can’t you be a little less biased against women?"

Hugh Wyatt looked at his son. He had three sons in total, and Lachlan was the one who most resembled him, yet was the most rebellious.

There was a wildness in him like that of an untamed beast. Hugh Wyatt stared at Lachlan’s face, trying to find a hint of fear, but saw none.

Lachlan even smiled and said, "You hate women, always calling them ’bitches,’ yet you don’t lack mistresses outside."

Mistresses everywhere, like wives and concubines in ancient times, with illegitimate children lining up. Are you still shameless enough to call others cheap?

Lachlan changed his posture, resting his chin in his hand, and said, "I find you the cheapest. Why not get another mistress and have another child? Then the four of us sons can play a card game together. Three is always missing one."

Enraged, Hugh Wyatt struck Lachlan’s face with an open palm!

"You unfilial rebel!"

The commotion even startled Leo Langdon outside the door. He gasped, finding it hard to believe Hugh would actually dare to hit Lachlan.

But despite the forceful slap, Lachlan remained unmoved, not even flinching, taking Hugh’s angry blow directly on his face!

That’s President Wyatt, a full-grown man, and his very own son!

Leo rushed in, blocking Hugh’s second attempt to strike, shouting, "Mr. Wyatt, please stop!"

"Listen to him, what kind of nonsense is he spouting!" Hugh’s temper was genuinely terrifying, even making Leo tremble with fear. He waved Leo aside, "Lachlan, you think you’ve grown some courage? Who’s that woman outside?"

Leo thought, damn it, she’s the Crawford Family daughter, Mr. Wyatt, you can’t insult her!

But Lachlan didn’t give up Iris’s name; he only looked at Hugh coldly. After that slap, his ears were ringing.

Usually, Lachlan could dodge easily. Even facing Martin Hawthorne one-on-one, he held his ground. But this time, he didn’t evade, blood trickling from his mouth. He wiped it, spat casually to the side, and with a thumb wiped away the rest of the blood at his lips, finally laughing and saying, "You get upset over a couple of words? Can’t handle the truth at your age?"

Leo swallowed hard, "President Wyatt, please stop provoking your old man!"

As Hugh’s hand rose again, Lachlan’s eyes suddenly sharpened, "Try laying a hand on me again."

Hugh laughed angrily, "Threatening me? I’m your father, am I not allowed to discipline my own son?"

"That slap just now was because you’re still my father by blood, so I didn’t dodge." Lachlan’s fingers clenched tightly. "This is my company; I can still have security throw you out!"

"Is this how you treat your father?"

Hugh’s eyes bulged with rage, his hand slammed hard on the table. "This company was built by me, Lachlan, you’re ungrateful, believing I’ll boot you from the Wyatt Family!"

Lachlan spread his hands, "Fine, I’d wish for nothing more!"

Hugh grabbed a nearby teacup and hurled it furiously at Lachlan’s forehead, having no regard for Lachlan’s life, utterly ruthless, "If I’d known it would come to this, I would have rather strangled you when you were born!"

The exquisite, fragile teacup shattered on Lachlan’s forehead. His eyes blinked open, blood now streamed down over his eyelids.

Leo’s face turned ghostly pale, "Blood, it’s bleeding! Mr. Wyatt, please stop!"

Lachlan panted heavily. At that moment, the adrenaline fueled by anger made him oblivious to the pain of his smashed forehead. Blood continued sliding down his face, accumulating at his chin before dripping onto the ground.

"Keep hitting, what else can you do to me — impotent rage, perhaps? Just like when you hit my mother back then?"

As Hugh moved forward, wanting to continue, a sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by the approach, was the flight of a Dyson handheld vacuum cleaner. Leo turned to see it fly in an elegant arc through the air, landing straight on the back of Hugh’s head!

Hugh shouted, incredulous, looking at the door where someone stood with denim shorts and Martin boots. Those legs made it plain who they belonged to — Iris Crawford!

Iris dusted off her hands, saying, "Oops, my hand slipped."

Then she eyed the vacuum cleaner, saying, "Just saw some trash, wanted to clean it up."

The implication was clear — she called Hugh garbage!

Leo’s face went even paler, "Iris, why are you here?"

"The HR department called me about something I left at the company to come and retrieve it..." Iris cracked her knuckles, then pointed her bright red nails straight at Hugh, "Who is this guy? How are you doing your job as an assistant? Throw him out already!"

She acted more like the president than President Wyatt himself!