Lachlan Wyatt could say such a thing, indicating that at that mont, he really could do it.
As long as he wanted to, absolute power could make Steven Rhodes unable to survive in the industry.
Yet, despite this, Steven Rhodes turned his head to look at Iris Crawford, who had bloodshot eyes, and, steeling himself, said, "Anyway, I’m pretty much no different from a street wanderer now, so go ahead and ban !"
Lachlan Wyatt was stunned; he never expected a college student to speak to him like that. This tone made him certain that Steven Rhodes had thoughts about Iris Crawford that he shouldn’t have, so the man leaned over the car window and said to Iris Crawford, "Iris Crawford, get out of the car!"
"Ordering around?"
Iris Crawford sat in the passenger seat, looked up, and laughed.
At that mont, it seed as if the earth trembled faintly not far away.
Iris Crawford said to Lachlan Wyatt, "Loving you was the biggest mistake of my life, Lachlan Wyatt. From today, I’ll take back all my affection and goodwill towards you. You want to win? Then I’ll lose to you willingly!"
After saying this, Iris Crawford shifted gears for Steven Rhodes, "Go!"
Steven Rhodes cautiously stepped on the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel, and, as Lachlan Wyatt was dumbfounded by Iris Crawford’s words, drove the car away with her.
You want to win? Then I’ll lose to you willingly!
Their ambiguity was a contest of conquest and submission.
Lachlan Wyatt thought they both had a strong desire and attraction for each other, and as long as this intense passion didn’t fade, their relationship would not disappear.
But who would have thought, Iris Crawford gave up on her own.
Sothing seed to be spasming constantly in Lachlan Wyatt’s chest, as he watched the car drive away, taking the last trace of Iris Crawford’s presence with it.
Standing there, Lachlan Wyatt’s expression was blank, like a lost child.
He always stood above others, never showing a face of loneliness like this.
Iris Crawford, you’ve left my side so many tis, and I’ve always been absolutely confident that I could catch you again.
But this ti, why... do I feel like you’re really not coming back?
******
Iris Crawford returned to her ho, with Steven Rhodes opening the car door for her. The woman clutched her collar and ran towards the bedroom, and just as she was about to close the door, she saw Steven Rhodes halt at the bedroom doorway.
The worry on his face was so evident.
Running her fingers through her hair, Iris Crawford stood in the bedroom looking at him, "Are you laughing at ?"
"I should be laughing." Steven Rhodes unconsciously clenched his fingers into fists, "After all, you did cause my sister to go to jail, and now that soone can handle you, I should be laughing about it."
But why.
He’s not happy at all.
Was it because he saw her crying?
Steven Rhodes took a deep breath, "But now you’re my boss, so I’ll wait until you fall asleep tonight and laugh to myself."
Iris Crawford didn’t know what to say, she could sense the goodwill Steven Rhodes was expressing, so she mumbled, "I’m not sad at all."
"Aren’t you crying though?"
"You don’t understand."
Iris Crawford spoke forcefully, "I originally thought, even if Lachlan Wyatt was heartless, he would still have so affection for ..."
But unexpectedly, Lachlan Wyatt was a thoroughly apathetic person, inhumane, let alone leaving any affection for others.
All these years, no woman had ever stayed by Lachlan Wyatt’s side. Perhaps everyone knew what kind of person Lachlan Wyatt was, yet she foolishly made a deal with him, giving her heart as well, becoming the most foolish one.
"After the setbacks with Jordan Jacobs, I can’t fall again."
Iris Crawford poked Steven Rhodes in the chest, "I gave you a counterexample today, so don’t get carried away in love in the future, understand!"
"Did he hurt you?"
Steven Rhodes held back for a long ti and finally asked this question in a strained voice.
Iris Crawford’s forced smile froze.
Hurt?
A bizarre array of images flashed through her mind, fragnted, black and white, inverted, like an old, broken TV that no one bothers to repair, unable to receive a signal, with constantly flickering images.
She seed to have forgotten the pain.
She only rembered the suffocating feeling, it was too quick, flashing by in an instant, hard to catch.
The feeling was both foreign and familiar, as if she and Lachlan Wyatt had known each other a long long ti ago.
Lowering her head, Iris Crawford tugged the corner of her mouth, saying self-deprecatingly, "It wasn’t too painful, just that my body felt sore and achy in the morning."
Could it be that Lachlan Wyatt was gentle? Steven Rhodes turned pale, averting his face and resentfully said, "He must be bad at it."
"..." Iris Crawford found Steven Rhodes’ angle quite novel; no wonder n know best how to wound n.
Before she could ponder over the strange sense of familiarity within her body, soone called, and upon closer inspection, it was Noelle Rivers.
She grabbed the phone and shouted, "It’s not good, Iris Crawford, Patrick Pierce, Patrick Pierce went public!"
Went public?
Iris Crawford was taken aback, "What went public?"
"Get to the set now!"
Noelle Rivers was almost in tears, "After the incident with Vincent Paxton last ti, didn’t he end up in the hospital? During his hospital stay, he was furious and wanted to ban us all, and this drama was put on ice. But Patrick Pierce didn’t want everyone’s hard work to go to waste, so he went public to fight them alone!"
"Go public, going public ans..." Iris Crawford thought of sothing, and her breath stopped, "Could it be he’s—"
"Yes!" Noelle Rivers gave an address, it was the filming location, now surrounded by reporters, all because of the stir caused by Patrick Pierce, "He made Vincent Paxton’s matter public!"
If that matter regarding Vincent Paxton becos public, the whole circle will be shocked, let alone if the public disclosure fails, there will be no place for Patrick Pierce to be buried!
Is he fighting against capital with his own strength? His tearing open his wounds to lay bare his most shaful secrets before the public, is it worth it!
He has already climbed to this level, already has so many fans crazy for him, standing above ten thousand people, and now he wants to destroy all that he endured humiliation for with his own hands?
Iris Crawford quickly went upstairs to change clothes, then shouted at Steven Rhodes, "Take to the set! I’ll send you the address!"
Steven Rhodes was still in shock, "Where to?"
"The set! To find Patrick Pierce!"
Patrick Pierce was a famous na; how could a college student like Steven Rhodes not know about him? He instinctively asked, "What’s going on?"
"Sothing that could cause an explosion in the entire entertainnt circle..."
What flashed through Iris Crawford’s mind was Patrick Pierce’s androgynous face and his always distant and cold eyes.
She hadn’t known Patrick Pierce for long. He was the last to join the agency and generally had average connections with others, making him hard to approach.
It’s unimaginable what soone as cold as Patrick Pierce would look like risking his life like this?
Iris Crawford’s heart trembled; she set off again with Steven Rhodes from ho, heading to the unsupervised special channel in the agency to send ssages to everyone.
[Chestnut] Is it real? I’m getting online now!
[Sarah] Is there anything I can help with?
[Birdie] Sarah, can you help get in touch with Hector Sutton?
[Sarah] Okay!
[Peach] Birdie, be careful if you go over there now; there might be a conflict if there are too many people!
[HS] I’ll co over and be your bodyguard.
[Birdie] Thanks a lot, hero!
After contacting the people at the agency, Birdie opened her phone, intending to check Twitter, only to find it already blown up and couldn’t be opened at all.
Opening other news social apps had the sa result.
How much had Patrick Pierce revealed? Was his matter so sensational? It’s unclear if it truly exploded or if the capital controlled all the dia, preventing news from leaking out?
Iris Crawford prayed for Patrick Pierce in her heart. By the ti they arrived at the set, they could see from far away that countless reporters surrounded it, making it impenetrable. Noelle Rivers was forced to hide in a very small makeup room with Vera standing by her side. Seeing Patrick Pierce’s exposure, she was stunned, unable to believe this man would shatter everything he had gained with his own hands!
The reporters stirred, "Soone’s coming!"
"Who is it, who?"
"Soone in a sports car..."
Before the words finished, the roar of engines drowned out their chatter. Under the flash of magnesium lights, a fair-skinned young man stepped out from the driver’s seat of a sports car, walked to the passenger side, and a woman then decisively stepped out, her high heels clicking.
With the car door closed, everyone held their breath.
Entertainnt reporters recognized her, "It’s Iris Crawford!"
"The Iris Crawford who clashed with Vera at the perfu launch event!"
Iris Crawford flipped all her hair to one side, noticing soone surrounding her, "Miss Crawford, you registered as Patrick Pierce’s driver; did you also participate in a series of capital operations?"
"What is your relationship with Patrick Pierce? Why did Patrick Pierce choose to expose now?"
"Are those photos of Patrick Pierce real or fake? Now that the Emperor’s image has collapsed, what do you think?"
"Get lost!"
Facing everyone’s eager expression to dig sothing out of her, Iris Crawford only had a single-word response, "Get lost," and as she said it, the dia beca even more excited, holding up their caras and refusing to lower them, with countless people trying to squeeze in. Since Martin Hawthorne hadn’t arrived yet, Steven Rhodes acted as a bodyguard for the first ti in his life, experiencing such a big scene, using his hand to block in front of Iris Crawford to clear a path for her, then saw Noelle Rivers in the makeup room and shouted, "Iris!"
"Where’s Patrick Pierce?"
"He was taken away!" Noelle Rivers’ face was full of worry, "Patrick Pierce was captured by Vincent Paxton’s people! He exposed those photos and said it was all because Vincent Paxton forced him. I’m stunned; why did it happen like this!"
The glamorous superstar turned out to be just a pathetic and cheap shell.
Iris Crawford gasped, "Now that Patrick Pierce revealed everything, are people surrounding you all? Was he personally captured by Vincent Paxton?"
"That’s right..." Noelle Rivers said to Iris Crawford, "Ten minutes before you arrived, in front of everyone, Patrick Pierce was captured and now is locked in that storage room. We don’t dare to make a move; those bodyguards beat us."
Noelle Rivers had handprints on her hands, presumably because she tried to rush in and was pushed away. She said, "Think of a way, Patrick Pierce has gone crazy; he doesn’t care about anything anymore!"
This isn’t crazy; it’s not wanting to live at all!
Iris Crawford turned her head, feeling scared for the first ti. Outside, so many magnesium lights were flashing, and all of this, in Patrick Pierce’s eyes, must be the countdown lights of his acting career, right?
When one after another goes out, the na Patrick Pierce will fade away, won’t it?
No dia outlet is willing to stand up for Patrick Pierce...
Just then, a loud voice ca from outside, "Step aside! Where is Vincent Paxton! I want to interview Vincent Paxton!"
"Is Mr. Paxton soone you can interview?"
"Better dig up the dirt of Patrick Pierce accompanying people to bed, haha."
"Why isn’t Vincent Paxton in jail for doing this?"
"Who dares to report it, pays us off, and if we write a word against him, we’ll suffer!"
"I dare write!"
This voice was loud, like a bomb exploding through the crowd!
Not far away, soone driving a van opened the door, and several chanical-looking journalists jumped out, clearly from the dia. The leader was a young, pretty girl who shouted, "I’m here to interview! Where’s Iris Crawford?"
The young girl actually knew her?
Iris Crawford raised her hand, "I’m here!"
"Oh wow!" the young girl folded her hands across her chest, "Hello, I’m from Apex Entertainnt, my mom asked to co find you, she said there’s dirt on Vincent Paxton that can be interviewed!"
Apex? Isn’t that the renowned entertainnt dia?
Iris Crawford’s eyes lit up, "May I ask who your mother is?"
"Haha! It’s Faye! My mom has a great relationship with Auntie Sherry, Auntie Sherry gave her a call, so here I am!"
The young girl glanced at the bodyguards guarding outside the storeroom, pointed at them, "Film there for ! I’ve even thought of a headline! Call it ’The Little Black Room of the Entertainnt Circle.’ I heard Vincent Paxton locked Patrick Pierce inside and wouldn’t let him expose more. Break the door; I want everyone to know everything Vincent Paxton has done!"
Everyone at the scene gasped!
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