Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 92: Is This All You Can Do?

Hugh Wyatt never expected to encounter such a rebellious woman halfway through; he didn’t pay much attention to Iris Crawford’s name, only watching her walk up to Lachlan Wyatt. Hugh Wyatt sneered, "Are you the bitch who’s been getting close to my son lately?"

"Watch your mouth." Iris Crawford’s gaze was sharp, her words cold, showing no respect for Hugh Wyatt’s age as she said, "First, I’ve broken up with your son, so stop bringing up the past. Second, your son is a mentally sound adult; his actions aren’t influenced or controlled by me. If your son defies you, blame your own son, not some woman outside. Typical of someone who can’t take responsibility and blames outsiders instead?"

Hugh Wyatt was momentarily speechless after Iris Crawford’s rapid-fire retort. Then, as she took a tissue from the table and roughly wiped Lachlan Wyatt’s face, she scolded with frustration, "You had plenty of energy to ridicule me before, so what now? Cat got your tongue? Bully the weak and fear the strong, huh!"

Lachlan Wyatt grimaced in irritation, "Can’t you act a bit more ladylike..."

Iris Crawford practically pushed her chest in Lachlan Wyatt’s face, "How about you act a bit more like a man! Standing here and getting hit? Pathetic!"

Hugh Wyatt swept everything off the desk onto the floor, "Since when does a woman have the right to speak in a man’s company! Leo Langdon, get her out of here right now!"

Though Hugh Wyatt was no longer affiliated with the company, having handed over the career and shares to Lachlan Wyatt, technically making him an outsider.

Still, as the former president, he naturally believed he still had some influence within the company and casually ordered Leo Langdon, "Call security too!"

"You dare!" Iris Crawford took charge, standing in the president’s office, standing where Lachlan Wyatt stood, she gestured with a wave, speaking loudly, "How does an uninvited person enter the company? Leo Langdon, kick this old relic out of here!"

This outburst turned Lachlan Wyatt’s face suddenly pale.

This outburst left the employees passing by outside dumbfounded!

It was as if a lightning bolt split the overcast sky; the entire world seemed to crumble a little!

In broad daylight, President Wyatt got hit, and not a single employee in the entire company stood up to defend him. Instead, Iris Crawford, who had resigned amid previous chaos, parted the crowd with just a single sentence, and what it hit was not just Hugh Wyatt’s face?

It hit the face of the entire Wyatt Group, which dared not express its anger!

Leo Langdon felt like he’d been struck on the head. My God! Not only is Miss Crawford confronting Mr. Wyatt, but she’s also calling him an old relic!

Though Hugh Wyatt had detached himself from the company, he still considered both the company and Lachlan Wyatt as his playthings. Such provocation was naturally intolerable, and after making a phone call, he pointed at Iris Crawford, "Leo Langdon, what are you standing there for! Hurry up and get this woman out of here!"

"You old bastard, causing trouble at the company, slapping people like it’s second nature to you. I could have you arrested for this disruption without a hitch!" Iris Crawford yanked Lachlan Wyatt behind her, giving him a fierce glare, "Good thing we broke up. This behavior is disgraceful. Don’t go around saying we were once close!"

"How dare you speak like that? I’m his father!" No matter how angry and forceful Hugh Wyatt was, Iris Crawford paid him no mind, which completely infuriated him. He couldn’t believe he couldn’t handle a woman!

As a result—

"You’re his father? Well, I’m your father too!" Iris Crawford’s crimson lips were both alluring and glaring, and her words caused even Leo Langdon to break out in a cold sweat, "Even if Lachlan Wyatt’s grandfather came, he couldn’t intervene. The Wyatt Group long had no shares for you, you’re nothing but a passerby. Don’t you know you need an appointment? Barging into the president’s office, planning a coup? If you’ve got the guts, let’s fight! Leo Langdon, close the door!"

Close the door!

Leo Langdon almost unwittingly followed Iris Crawford’s command, not knowing why he felt that her gaze at that moment was just like President Wyatt’s...

As the door shut, Iris Crawford also slammed a pen down on the desk, "Don’t you like throwing things? Don’t just talk about it, do it."

She violently smashed a small decorative vase next to the desk, leaving its jagged edge pointing directly at Hugh Wyatt’s throat, "Is that all you can do? Just pretend to be fierce and slap people?"

Smiling, she walked forward, placing the shard of glass into Hugh Wyatt’s hand.

And that wasn’t enough; taking it and then putting it down, she pressed her palm tightly against the sharp glass edge, clutching it firmly, ignoring the fact it pierced her skin, squeezing it together with Hugh Wyatt’s hand. Bright red blood seeped from her palm, and through the glass shard, Hugh Wyatt felt the hot liquid slowly flowing from her hand into his.

This woman... she’s crazy!

Staring hard, Iris Crawford locked eyes with Hugh Wyatt and said, "Come on, if you hate being defied so much, then come on, stab me with this glass, do it, don’t just boast. Weren’t you so great at slapping people just now? I thought you could kill someone without even blinking an eye?"

Hugh Wyatt’s face turned pale, his hand trembling slightly as he held the blood-stained glass shard Iris Crawford handed him, "What are you trying to say!" Was she expecting him to commit a violent act right there?

"Are you just bluffing? Turns out you’re a paper tiger?" She used her blood-stained hand to brush back her hair, pointing, "Here? No way, aim for this, old man, I might not have many skills, but I am not one to care about my life."