Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 93: Iris Crawford Is Too Crazy!

Hugh Wyatt has spent his life used to calling the shots, being flattered wherever he goes, naturally looking down on others.

He would hit and scold without ever considering others’ feelings, but now, for the first time, he was stunned by Iris Crawford.

This woman dared to offer her neck willingly, even asking him to stab her himself!

He had never encountered such a reckless woman!

Hugh Wyatt’s eyes were wide with anger, "Do you think I don’t dare?!"

Iris Crawford laughed and said, "Why wouldn’t you dare? You dare, you dare everything, so why don’t you do it!"

Hugh Wyatt was now in a dilemma. He certainly wanted to give Lachlan Wyatt a good beating, but with Iris acting like this, if he didn’t act, wouldn’t it be slapping his own face!

While others were eager for him to calm down, Iris was pouring oil on the fire, wishing this fire would burn down Lachlan Wyatt’s entire company!

Hugh Wyatt stood there panting heavily, his gaze almost tearing Iris apart. But now Iris had stuffed the glass into his hand. When he really had to stab her, he was actually overpowered by a woman’s aura!

Taking a deep breath, Hugh lifted his hand, wishing to slap her hard, but for some reason, as he stared at Iris’s face, Hugh hesitated.

This woman, how dare this woman ride on his head?

"Are you doing this all for Lachlan Wyatt?"

Hugh Wyatt retorted, "So deeply in love, then why did you break up, why were you abandoned by our Wyatt Family?"

"What of it?" Iris waved her hand in the air, the blood from her wound spun a flower of blood before falling to the ground. She seemed completely numb to pain as she said, "Always using words like abandonment or love affairs to attack others, don’t you have anything fresh? Or do you think today’s women would feel ashamed having such words applied to themselves?"

Hugh Wyatt was stunned.

Women have always been bound by moral shackles, and being abandoned by a man has always been a thorn in their hearts, but the woman before him seemed unafraid.

She continued, "Barefooted ones aren’t afraid of those in shoes, you only dare to hit your own son. Even when the knife is handed to you, you dare not use it. In the future, don’t act like the world must yield to you! Afraid to kill someone?"

The artery on her neck was subtly pulsating, as if thirstily waiting for someone to peel back the skin and plunge in.

She was so wildly extreme, using poison to fight poison. When others plotted against her, she didn’t hold back; she handed over the tool, hoping that the person would be more efficient in harming, it was a kind of provocation, a gamble, an extreme danger driving an intoxicating thrill, adrenaline making her seek death, urging them, don’t just talk, do it.

These words slapped Hugh Wyatt in the face.

But Iris turned back to glance at Lachlan Wyatt, "Bleeding."

"Are you talking about me or you?" Blood trickled from Lachlan’s injured forehead past his eyes, looking almost pitiable, but somehow, his expression was even more devilishly charming.

His eyes seemed tainted with blood, dazzling yet eerie.

"Both are bleeding, but you should bleed more." Iris sneered, not sparing Lachlan’s dignity, "Serves you right, it’s really satisfying to see."

Lachlan shrugged with a helpless smile, this woman truly never spared anyone’s dignity.

Leo Langdon seized the moment to step forward, "Sir, President Wyatt is bleeding this badly, he should be taken to the hospital immediately! Losing too much blood could be dangerous!"

Hugh Wyatt ground his teeth fiercely, and just then footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by someone entering without a word of greeting, "Am I late?"

Upon hearing that voice, Iris shuddered unexpectedly.

Sure enough, the owner of the voice, upon seeing Iris, curled his lips suggestively, saying with extra ambiguity, "Birdie, what are you doing here?"

Jonas Kingsley!

Iris retorted irritably, "None of your business."

"How come someone who resigned is in The Wyatt Group’s office?"

Jonas Kingsley walked over to Hugh Wyatt’s side, clearly stating his stance. He gently patted his father’s back and called, "Dad."

Hugh Wyatt, still in a rage, had Jonas come to ease the situation, but he couldn’t quell his anger, snorting coldly as he turned around, "Look at your brother! How disgracefully unruly!"

"My brother has always been like this, you know that." Jonas Kingsley spoke soothingly, his words layered with meaning. His implication was that Lachlan Wyatt has never respected their father, seemingly soothing while actually aggravating!

"He dares to be like this now, what about when I get old, will he step over me then?!" Hugh Wyatt indeed raised his voice again.

Iris, coolly dabbing blood from her hand with a tissue, remarked icily, "Rest assured, when you’re old, Lachlan Wyatt will surely pull your oxygen tube."