Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 96: Wealthy Women Are So Boring!

Iris Crawford never expected things would turn out like this. Ever since Jonas Kingsley returned to the country, all sorts of bizarre things have surfaced. Perhaps it was all predetermined from her kidnapping.

Fate has dragged her into a struggle, and now even those around her are being pulled into the mess.

Lachlan Wyatt didn’t look well, though fortunately, the injury on his forehead wasn’t too severe; apart from bleeding, it wasn’t life-threatening. He felt slightly tired and stood up, saying, "I’ll call Leo Langdon to drive; we can leave together."

"What about Patrick Pierce?"

"The firm needs someone to stay behind; it’s not safe for everyone to leave," Lachlan said coldly, gripping the car keys in his hand. "Inform him we’re going to the neighboring city, and let him manage the firm’s affairs for now."

Patrick Pierce might have a bad temper, but he’s always been smart. He’s reliable for such matters.

Without packing any luggage, Lachlan led everyone straight out the door. As the last one out, James Chesterton hugged two laptops to his chest, with a tablet tucked under his elbow. Going out on a mission seemed like he was bringing all his belongings. Sitting in the car, the bandage on Lachlan’s forehead seemed to be slightly seeping.

Iris Crawford took a deep breath, "You seem to be bleeding again."

Lachlan rested his chin on his hand, "You drive. I’ll have William Thorne send you the location."

Iris Crawford, for once, didn’t argue, started the car, and grabbed Lachlan’s phone, opening his WeChat.

William Thorne’s messages were at the top, but Iris Crawford sharply noticed that Lachlan had pinned her chat at the top too.

Ha, pretending to be affectionate, huh?

She rolled her eyes inwardly but didn’t call him out. Opening William Thorne’s WeChat, she found he’d sent an address. James Chesterton input it into the map and discovered the address was close to the airport, indicating they really intended to take Sarah Shaw there.

Abroad?

Where to?

The Federation of Zelaria?

For some reason, this destination popped into Iris Crawford’s mind, and she scrolled through Lachlan’s WeChat list until she reached Leo Langdon and sent a voice message, "Get up now and buy tickets to the Federation of Zelaria, and check the upcoming flights. I’ll have someone send you our ticket info later."

Throughout this, Lachlan sat in the passenger seat, allowing her to play around with his WeChat, as if he didn’t mind. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then his eyes closed again.

James Chesterton was stunned, his mouth agape, "Whose phone are you using, and whose assistant are you bossing around?"

Iris Crawford didn’t blink, "Lachlan’s."

"... How come you’re so adept at using it?" James Chesterton couldn’t fathom that Lachlan’s people could be ordered about by Iris Crawford.

The point is that she wielded authority as if commanding her own subordinates.

A female CEO... a female CEO... James Chesterton recoiled slightly; fortunately, he was friends with Birdie. Otherwise, this woman would find a way to destroy anyone who opposed her!

"It’s a habit," Iris Crawford replied to James Chesterton, steering the car onto the highway and heading towards the neighboring city’s airport as fast as possible, aiming to intercept Sarah Shaw. She casually sent a voice message to William Thorne, "Message received, thanks, handsome."

William Thorne’s voice message came through, "Hey, who’s this? Isn’t this Orion Crawford’s sister who he keeps talking about?"

... No! Why do these jerks all sound so cheeky in private!

Iris Crawford raised an eyebrow, "It’s me."

"Where’s Lachlan? Why are you responding on his WeChat?" William Thorne said, buttoning his shirt and holding his phone, "Is he dead?"

Lachlan sneered beside her, "Can you stop hoping for something bad to happen to me every day? You’re always wishing your old man gets into trouble."

"I don’t have a dad; I only have a mom who served five years in jail," William Thorne retorted with one of his classic lines, "You’d love to be my dad, taking advantage of me? Dream on!"

"The airport has already sent a message saying they’ll watch for flights heading to the Federation of Zelaria. I’m going there now, not bringing the wife. She’s pregnant..."

Mid-sentence, a cool voice interjected, "So what if I’m pregnant? I want to go; I won’t let you take risks alone."

"If I’m gone, it’s fine, but you and the baby... if you’re gone too, it’s the end of the line!"

"If you die, leaving me with a child, should I let them call someone else dad? I’ll just marry Christopher Vaughn on a second marriage!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"..." William Thorne was speechless. He couldn’t win against Anne Sawyer; they had always faced life and death together, and this time was no different, so he kissed her, "Okay, I’ll take you with me."

Iris Crawford cursed under her breath before hanging up the call.

Peach wrapped her arms around herself, "Great, now I’m watching couples flaunt their love."

Martin Hawthorne looked numb, chanting to himself, "It doesn’t affect me, it doesn’t affect me, it doesn’t affect me..."

Lachlan Wyatt leaned against the wall, closing his eyes to rest. However, if you looked closely, you could see his lips were curled up in a smile. Who knows what was going on in his head, his mood seemed surprisingly good.

Speeding down the highway, Iris Crawford had crossed the city and arrived at the airport entrance within an hour. Earlier, on the road, she had greeted Elias Shaw, who helped open a VIP channel to allow them to enter the international flight terminal directly. As they entered, a group of black-suited bodyguards followed them, "Have you found the earliest flight?"

"Yes, and there’s purchase record under Sarah Shaw’s name." James Chesterton quickly accessed the backend to check ticket information. With Elias Shaw, the big shot, here, their infiltration into the backend wasn’t considered wrongdoing. This was for an important family member of a leading figure!

"I guess they used face recognition to buy the ticket, since phones now use face recognition. After Sarah Shaw was controlled, she was forced to buy the ticket. The purchase time shows it was half an hour ago. They indeed want to take Sarah Shaw out of the country at the fastest speed."

Elias Shaw hadn’t arrived yet, but he was connected with them through the encrypted channel in their earpiece, "What mysterious group abroad is kidnapping my sister?"

"Maybe they’re not specifically targeting your sister."

Lachlan Wyatt hadn’t spoken, just leaning against the wall with an earpiece on. He wore a black suit with a bandage on his forehead, giving him an aggressive look. His drooped eyes added a gloomy touch, making him look like a wealthy elite with killer instincts, which made him stand out in the crowd.

At this moment, Lachlan Wyatt ignored the glances from women around him, walking over to Iris Crawford and saying, "Thinking about it closely, hasn’t similar stuff been happening in this circle all along?"

James Chesterton was stunned, Peach was also stunned.

Lachlan Wyatt pointed at Iris Crawford, "You, as Orion Crawford’s sister, have been kidnapped; James Chesterton’s sister has been kidnapped as well. Now it’s Elias Shaw’s sister’s turn."

Before he finished speaking, Martin Hawthorne’s eyes flashed sharply, "Is someone specifically targeting the women from families like these?!"

"That’s exactly what I’m saying." Lachlan Wyatt’s voice transmitted unerringly to Elias Shaw on the channel, making the young brother’s face turn pale, "Are you implying that someone has been consistently targeting the young women in our families? Why... why would they do this?"

"The reason is unknown for now, but I think visiting The Federation of Zelaria would provide answers." Lachlan Wyatt’s expression was both righteous and wicked. Iris Crawford often felt that his stance was extremely ambiguous, acting based purely on his mood. However, this time...

There seemed to be something more complex behind Lachlan Wyatt’s expression. What could it be?

"Check the airport surveillance to see if Sarah Shaw’s face was captured. I suspect the ticket is just a decoy. They might contact the terminal to take Sarah Shaw out of the country on a private jet." Lachlan Wyatt’s mind moved faster than Iris Crawford’s. She thought of checking if there was a ticket record under Sarah Shaw’s name, while he had already sensitively suspected this might just be a decoy.

Indeed, since Sarah Shaw is being controlled, how could she pass security and board the plane as usual?

By the time all attention is diverted to the boarding gate, Sarah Shaw might have already been taken onto a private jet through another channel!

Taking a deep breath, James Chesterton’s fingers danced even faster on the keyboard. If his sister is related to this incident, maybe he can find clues from the past...

Sweat seeped from his fingertips, his heart raced unknowingly.

So many years... is she still alive, is his sister still alive?

******

"Someone indeed tracked us down here."

In the mysterious tunnel, a person dragged a particularly large suitcase, dressed in black clothes, wearing a black mask, and was communicating with his companion, "But they seem to think we intend to take a commercial flight."

"Foolish." Another companion sneered, similarly dressed, there were five of them, all with identical masks and goggles, "Coming to the airport is just to create the illusion that we want to pass through regular procedures to board and take off. The terminal sent word; our private jet is ready to take off."

"These wealthy women are really boring."

Beside him, someone lifted their goggles, revealing a despicable smile, "Thanks to being raised in luxury, they can sell for a good price abroad, hahahaha. Spoiled rich girls, merely our money trees!"

"They’ve been protected since young, unaware of the evil in human hearts." A companion responded with a laugh, dragging the absurdly large suitcase up the private jet through the special channel, "Ordinary women wouldn’t sell for much money there; it has to be daughters of rich families, with delicate skin, pretty looks, scared into crying in panic, hahahaha."

Just stepping onto the plane, sensing something amiss, the companion turned, "Is there something wrong?"

"What do you think?"

Among the group of black-clad men, someone suddenly sprang into action, a silver flash streaked by, and the man dragging the huge suitcase collapsed to the ground with a thud!

On the ground, he gasped for air, counting the addition of another black-clad man among his brothers, "Five... six... when did you sneak in?! An... anesthetic dart?"

The black robe flicked, and black fabric was thrown to the sky viciously, catching the goggles off his face, revealing a pale and cold face with sharp eyes like knives. He snatched the suitcase into his hand, an action that stunned the remaining black-clad men beside!

All companions, with black masks and robes, they hadn’t realized, among their five-person team, someone had infiltrated!

"You..."

The companion immediately attempted to bolt toward the private jet; being caught red-handed was unacceptable, their hostage lost; they had to flee, "Quick, take off!"

"You can’t take off."

The infiltrating man tilted his neck, loosening his joints, then said, "Trying to act lawless in my domain, you must first seek my opinion!"

Facing this face, the black-clad men suddenly recognized, drew a sharp breath, "You are... William Thorne!"