Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best! Chapter 77: Iris Crawford in Danger, Taken Away!

Lachlan Wyatt unexpectedly uttered such words, leaving Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings with displeased expressions. If only Iris Crawford were present, she would undoubtedly have retaliated harshly, but now there’s also Lachlan Wyatt beside them.

He indirectly accused them of being "green teas," and they could only endure it!

He patted Iris Crawford and said with a smile, "Hurry along."

Iris Crawford nodded, turned around to make tea. As soone from a prestigious family, she had naturally practiced the tea ceremony as a child. She hadn’t forgotten these skills. Holding the tea set, she went to the side and began to make tea on the spot.

The gentle aroma of the tea gradually spread in the air, complenting her unhurried movents, truly resembling the deanor of a noble lady.

It was only at tis like these that Lachlan Wyatt would see glimpses of the past heiress of The Crawford Family in Iris Crawford, for Iris was usually so carefree and unrestrained, completely mismatched with this elegance and grace.

Having prepared the tea set and brewed the tea, Iris finally handed the small cup to Lachlan Wyatt and said, "Young Master Wyatt, please enjoy the tea."

Lachlan Wyatt accepted with a cold snort, and Iris casually handed a cup to Leo Langdon as well.

Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings opposite her were completely ignored.

Jordan Jacobs forced a perfect smile and said to Iris, "I didn’t know you could do this. I thought you were unlearned."

"You never cared about before," Iris flicked her hair, raising her pinky finger delicately, "Busy keeping a mistress outside, how would you know what I can do?"

Her words were sarcastic, hinting that Jordan Jacobs previously neglected his own wife, so much so that he didn’t even know her abilities!

Jordan Jacobs decided not to talk to Iris Crawford anymore, as she had a way to retaliate with sarcasm to whatever he said, ultimately leaving him infuriated.

After making the tea, Iris stands up gracefully and walks towards the door. Jordan Jacobs frowned, "Where are you going?"

"You’re discussing business. What’s it got to do with ?"

Ignoring Lachlan Wyatt’s presence, Iris raised her chin and said flippantly, "I’ll go out and wait for you all, don’t call unless necessary."

Look at her, acting as a secretary! She seems to be stepping all over him!

Won’t Lachlan Wyatt do sothing?

However, when Yvonne Jennings looked at Lachlan Wyatt’s expression, he appeared indifferent, seemingly accustod to Iris’s temperant. He nonchalantly lifted his eyelids and said, "Wait outside."

Iris, surprisingly, didn’t argue with Lachlan Wyatt. She had longed to leave that eting room. Watching Yvonne Jennings put on airs in front of her made her feel sick!

Hearing Lachlan Wyatt’s words, she felt a great sense of relief and stood up swiftly. Before anyone could react, she clicked her heels all the way out the door, slamming it shut with a bang.

The noise enraged Yvonne Jennings, but she didn’t dare to act out. Once outside, Iris took a deep breath, her eyes darkening.

Today, Jordan showing up like this was a warning for Iris, implying that her efforts to ruin the Jacobs Family were futile, and he took the opportunity to humiliate her.

As she walked forward with a sullen face, even the employees passing by could feel the low pressure emanating from her. They all scurried away, and as they ca to their senses, so patted their chests and said, "Who offended this young lady?"

"Who knows...I heard Young Master Jacobs brought a new lover, probably making her unhappy?"

"If I had a wife like her, I’d definitely look elsewhere. Who could tolerate that!"

"If you can’t stand it, don’t marry her. Is having a mistress sothing to be proud of? Seems the eldest of the Jacobs Family isn’t all that either..."

"By the way, don’t you think Iris’s aura is like our President Wyatt’s? When she walked past just now, I didn’t dare to speak..."

Iris didn’t bother with the gossip behind her. She sat at her desk, opened her computer, and skillfully typed in an address.

Upon entering, soone greeted her imdiately.

[Pierce] Available to co online during work hours?

[Sarah] Good afternoon, Birdie.

[Birdie] Sarah Shaw, I want to ask if your brother has any connections that can help investigate the situation in prison?

[Sarah] Prison?

[Birdie] Yes, the kidnappers from back then suddenly died in prison...

There wasn’t just one kidnapper, but they all died simultaneously, which raised a lot of questions.

Seeing Birdie’s ssage, Sarah Shaw fell into deep thought and replied after a long while, saying she might be able to ask her brother.

Who could have such power?

Using the identity of Jas Chesterton, Iris searched the dark web and found information pointing directly to the Federation of Zelaria across the ocean.

Iris furrowed her brows. For international news, the Wyatt Family was more experienced. Rembering her ti abroad with Lachlan Wyatt two years ago, when he mysteriously disappeared each month and reappeared suddenly, made her feel uneasy.

Moreover, Jordan Jacobs, in a mont of anger, had once recklessly claid that the kidnapping might have been orchestrated by Lachlan Wyatt.

Though this idea seed absurd, Iris wasn’t romantically blinded. She resolved to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

She had to find out!

Thus, Iris Crawford continued to investigate Lachlan Wyatt, and discovered various aspects of the Wyatt Family’s overseas business. She found that the Wyatt Family’s influence and connections were indeed enormous and their investnt fields were quite complex, ranging from online engineering to offline physical clothing brands, from dicine to pharmaceutical research, and even...

Overseas arms trade?

It’s unclear whether Lachlan Wyatt was involved in this area. It seems he only took over a small part of the Wyatt Family business, with the rest being managed by other heirs.

The Wyatt Family doesn’t just have Lachlan Wyatt as the sole male heir, so naturally, the family business was split into several parts for joint managent.

Given the wide range of Wyatt Family’s business, it’s not impossible for them to pull off sothing in prison. Could it be that the kidnapping case from years ago was really orchestrated by Lachlan Wyatt just to bring Iris Crawford out?

But the stakes would be too high, and Lachlan Wyatt usually acts decisively. He wouldn’t leave such an important witness around for two years before making a move; he would have done it at the ti.

Thinking it through, it seed impossible. Iris Crawford shook her head and began to use her abilities to frantically search for any strange incidents over the past two years. This investigation took her into the night, and when Leo Langdon and Lachlan Wyatt erged from the office, they found Iris seated before the computer, typing away.

Lachlan Wyatt glanced at the screen, a aningful smile playing on his lips. This little woman actually managed to find her way here... truly unexpected.

Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings were following behind Lachlan Wyatt, and they too took a glance at Iris’s screen.

All they saw were question marks; they couldn’t make heads or tails of the code Iris was typing on the screen.

Just monts ago, Lachlan Wyatt took one look and understood entirely, yet when it’s his turn to look, Jordan Jacobs couldn’t grasp a thing?

Grinding his teeth, he made so noise as he passed in front of Iris, but to his dismay, Iris didn’t even lift her head.

Jordan Jacobs was all the more infuriated, had it not been for Yvonne Jennings holding onto him, who knows what he might have done!

As they left the company, Yvonne Jennings softly remarked, "Don’t worry, Jordan, Iris won’t stay smug for long."

Jordan Jacobs glanced at her in surprise, noticing the woman had her head bowed, her fingers clenching tightly together.

******

Because she was investigating, Iris Crawford didn’t ntion leaving together when Lachlan Wyatt called her to go ho in the evening. Moreover, she had grown wary of Lachlan Wyatt. Until the truth was uncovered, she couldn’t easily let herself have feelings for him again.

Lachlan Wyatt’s gaze was deep, seemingly holding so concealed secret, but in the end, he left Iris alone and went ho first, dialing a phone number, "Hello? Iris has found her way there."

"Moving pretty fast," soone teased, "It’s no wonder you’ve taken an interest, but be careful not to get burned, Lachlan."

Lachlan let out a cold chuckle, a single laugh capable of stirring countless tempests across the world.

But he waited the whole night without seeing Iris return ho.

Was this little woman having a standoff with him?

Lachlan Wyatt frowned, habitually opened his computer, coded a few lines and pinpointed Iris’s location, yet the mont he saw where she was, he smashed his phone to the ground in fury!

His pupils contracted sharply as Lachlan slowly lifted his head, fingers tightening with a murderous intent, "Daring to touch my people, quite a bold move..."

When Iris Crawford opened her eyes, a dazzling chandelier hung overhead.

She was dazed for quite so ti, realizing she was in a place unknown to her, and as she attempted to rise, she discovered chains fastened to her wrists!

Lavish decor, yet it’s a glistening cage that locked her in!

Dammit, what kind of perverse behavior is this, who could have done it?

She didn’t rember how she ended up here, only recalling that upon leaving the company, soone covered her mouth from behind, and she promptly blacked out.

Shaking the chains vigorously, Iris’s brow furrowed, this imprisonnt must have been orchestrated by soone deeply sinister, who harbored such great animosity against her?

Was it Yvonne Jennings?

Struggling to get up, Iris found her hands still chained to a tal pole on one side. Just as she contemplated her escape, soone entered from outside.

Step by step, the door was pushed open.

Iris held her breath sharply.

A tall man stood at the doorway, grinning at her as if the world turned dark, looking so much like Lachlan Wyatt, exuding an air of reckless defiance tinged with malice, adding a sinful aura atop Lachlan’s ambiguous nature.

As if he lived in a darker hell than Lachlan.

"They say you’re untad, like a wild horse."

Iris watched as the man approached, speaking as he gently traced her face with his long fingers, smirking and saying flippantly, "Since you’re a wild horse, you should be tethered."

The chains on her hands clinked as Iris gritted her teeth, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Who do you think I look like?"

The man chuckled, his face remarkably similar to Lachlan Wyatt, yet Iris felt no confusion; she laughed aloud with her head raised, retorting, "You don’t look like anyone I know."

The man instantly frowned, "You shouldn’t mistake us."

"Not at all alike." Iris, with her chin held, still smiled fiercely, "Not as handso as him."