This action left Jordan Jacobs a bit stunned. Ever since Iris Crawford returned to the country, Lachlan Wyatt had been like a shadow, always sticking by Iris’s side, as if no matter what Iris did, Lachlan was there as a backup, allowing her to kill and set fire.
Now he’s even going to snatch the divorce certificate he handed to Iris!
That was his and Iris’s marriage—what right did Lachlan have to interfere?
With this in mind, Jordan Jacobs beca furious, but now he had Jonas Kingsley’s help, so the Jacobs family wouldn’t fall, and his tone hardened as he said to Lachlan, "Young Master Wyatt, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?"
Lachlan nodded in agreent. "It is inappropriate."
Just as Jordan Jacobs was about to lose his temper, he heard Lachlan continue, "But I just love doing things like this."
Lachlan’s lawless nature wasn’t new. So what if he snatched a divorce certificate!
Having taken the divorce certificate, Lachlan said, "Iris, your divorce certificate is with . Co down, and let’s have a proper talk."
Iris looked at Lachlan in disbelief and said, "How can you be so shaless."
Lachlan replied, "Is this your first day knowing ?"
Iris frowned, "I have nothing to say to you. Talk about what? Your replacent? Or about my sister?"
Lachlan knew Iris held resentnt, and now that she laid it out, he actually felt uncomfortable. The man could only say, "Do you have to care so much about these things? At the beginning, it was indeed like that, but I haven’t treated you poorly."
"Yes, not poorly." Iris pointed at herself, "So wasn’t I used by you for two years? For those two years, you looked at my face thinking about my sister. Haven’t you done a lot of dirty things in your heart? Can we offset that?"
Hearing Iris’s sharp words, Lachlan wasn’t in a good mood either. He always felt Jordan Jacobs was too much of an eyesore here. Letting him see them argue was like giving Jordan an assist!
So Lachlan stubbornly suppressed his discomfort and said to Iris, "Why don’t you co down first..."
"What do you take for? Coming and going at your call?" Iris pointed at herself, "I haven’t forgotten what you just said. You told to get lost, and I did. Now you want back, and I’m supposed to wag my tail and co back like a dog? You can keep the divorce certificate, throw it on the street, dump it in the trash, use it as firewood when you run out of electricity—I don’t want it! I’ll leave right now, as you wish, far away!"
Lachlan was taken aback, not expecting such resolute words from Iris. He looked at the divorce certificate in his hand with disbelief—wasn’t this a divorce certificate? Didn’t Iris want to take it back?
Before he could react, Iris pushed him aside from the car door, gave an address, and the taxi driver pressed the gas pedal, leaving Lachlan montarily confused. He chased after it for a few steps and finally bent over on the deserted road, gasping for air.
Breath by breath, it felt like his chest was running out of oxygen.
Replacent, replacent, replacent.
Yes, he looked at her face and thought of Skye Lockwood. He hoped that maybe while abroad, Iris could enchant Jonas Kingsley. He was...
The divorce certificate in Lachlan’s hand was clutched tightly.
At that mont, he realized that in his and Skye’s story, Iris was an innocent replacent, but in Iris’s earth-shaking love story, the main characters were Jordan Jacobs and her.
Even this divorce certificate wasn’t his.
Turns out, in her world... he was just a passerby.
Jordan Jacobs caught up from behind, grabbed Lachlan by the collar, "What did you do to Iris!"
Lachlan sneered, "Whatever I did doesn’t compare to you delivering her to the knife yourself."
Jordan’s pupils contracted, "What do you an?" He indeed stood by without rescuing her, but what did it an by delivering himself? That kidnapping had nothing to do with him!
"Follow the money from the malicious account, and the remittance account leads back to the Jacobs family."
Lachlan used his other hand to pinch Jordan’s wrist, pulling him bit by bit away from his collar, "Don’t touch , you’re not worthy to be compared with , you lowly crook using despicable ans!"
Upon hearing this, Jordan’s face turned pale.
"What... do you an soone orchestrated the kidnapping two years ago?"
Jordan stared intently at Lachlan, "What exactly did you find! Why... why would the remittance account be from the Jacobs family? How could that be!"
He did hate Iris and wished she were dead, but... he’s still from a noble family—how could he resort to hiring a killer?
Could it be... could it be Yvonne? No, Yvonne was so pure and kind back then, she’s only beco like this because Iris pushed her. How could she have done such a thing two years ago!
So Jordan shook his head, "It’s you! You’re trying to tear Iris and apart, releasing such a smokescreen. What kind of tricks did you use to deceive everyone?"
"I want Iris, but I don’t need to use such ans!" Lachlan’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Iris didn’t dare believe you’d abandon her even at death’s door, now that she’s not dead, you shalessly co running back, how degrading you are."
Before Jordan could speak, Leo Langdon ca down with a report, shouting from afar, "Young Master Wyatt, Young Master Wyatt, there’s a call from Mr. Wyatt!"
Lachlan Wyatt’s expression changed, "My dad?"
"Yeah... the Old Man is coming back to the country soon, he wants you and Jonas Kingsley to go back for a visit. Young Master Wyatt, it seems like the Old Man found out about the fight you two had earlier!"
Leo Langdon wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Mr. Wyatt was a tough character; although his business empire was quite grand, he was cold-blooded and heartless, and showed no sense of responsibility to his family. He kept a bunch of mistresses, had nurous affairs, and the illegitimate children ca one after another, causing all the spouses around him to suffer from depression. Even the won who gave birth to his children received no compassion from Mr. Wyatt...
In his eyes, only he mattered. Even his son was not as important as himself.
So Lachlan Wyatt had a bad relationship with his father from a young age, unlike Jonas Kingsley, who was hypocritical and always tried to please his father, so in his father’s eyes, Jonas was much more sensible than Lachlan, the unfilial descendant.
Leo Langdon took a deep breath, "Young Master Wyatt, I’ll drive you to the old man’s place now..."
Lachlan, upset about Iris Crawford’s departure, imdiately turned and walked away, leaving both Leo Langdon and Jordan Jacobs behind, "I’m not going!"
"The Old Man already favors The Third Young Master. If you don’t go, then..." Leo Langdon shook the paper in his hand, making a rustling noise. "Wouldn’t that just give Jonas all the satisfaction!"
"Let him be satisfied!" Lachlan’s eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent, "Walking into that house makes want to puke."
Leo Langdon was at a loss with Lachlan. This was bad; Iris wasn’t coming back, and Mr. Wyatt would haul him ho for a scolding. How could President Wyatt swallow this anger?
If only Miss Crawford were here, she’s so smart; she’d definitely have a solution...
Yet, Iris had left for a whole week, and during this week, she hadn’t contacted Lachlan at all, acting as if Lachlan didn’t even exist.
Clearly, they still had each other pinned at the top on WeChat!
Why wouldn’t she reach out to him!
Lachlan had long thrown the order from Mr. Wyatt about going back to the family for punishnt out of his mind. Word was, countless calls had been made over there, and in the end, Lachlan simply put his old man’s number on the blocked list.
Every morning, the first thing he did upon waking was open WeChat to check. Tsk, still no ssage from Iris.
He found it strange; after all, he was a second-generation heir, so why was he so fixated on the life and death of one woman!
If she didn’t reach out, she didn’t reach out. What’s the big deal, was the sky going to fall?
Lachlan, out of boredom, opened his Monts, only to find Iris was having great fun with her friends this week.
Monday, she watched a movie with Hector Sutton, with Martin Hawthorne as the bodyguard; Tuesday, she had a late-night snack with Dane Rivers; Wednesday, went to the nail salon with Peach to get her nails touched up; Thursday, went shopping with Sarah Shaw, with the driver being Sarah’s mysterious brother Elias Shaw; Friday, had a al made by Orion Crawford at ho; Saturday, attended Patrick Pierce’s film crew’s launch ceremony and officially started filming; finally on Sunday, went to an internet cafe with Jas Chesterton to play all night, with Seraphina Colbert making peace signs nearby, and further along Jude Hawthorne looking disgruntled after being dragged to the internet cafe.
...
How was she living so comfortably?
Didn’t won who broke up with their flings usually act as if they were dying?
For a mont, Lachlan felt like he was the one who had been abandoned. He was about to put his phone aside when Leo Langdon called, "The Old Man is coming to the office tomorrow..."
Leo’s voice was shaky. Just how afraid of his father was he?
Lachlan chuckled, "That’s more like it, if he wants to see , he should co to the office himself."
"President Wyatt, you haven’t gone back, the Old Man is probably angry. Tomorrow, coming to the office, it’s likely to be quite terrifying."
"Oh." Lachlan said without blinking, "Then prepare more security, keep him out, don’t let him in."
"...!" Leo Langdon was frantic, "But he’s your father!"
"He fathered but didn’t raise ." Lachlan shrugged, "When you think about it, I’m practically an illegitimate child myself."
Leo Langdon looked torn, and after a mont said, "What if the Old Man has an ergency? He’s getting older, how about you et him tomorrow..."
The next day, Lachlan’s father, Hugh Wyatt indeed ca to the office in person. The mont the Old Man stepped in, the entire company went silent in fear. Even though he was already middle-aged, he was still robust, his steps steady, and his eyes shone with crafty and ruthless light; anyone would know at a glance that he was ambitious and not ready to accept old age. When he reached the front of Lachlan’s office, he sneered, "Why is the door closed?"
Leo Langdon imdiately stepped forward to open the door. Hugh Wyatt went in and saw Lachlan inside looking at docunts, showing no intention of giving him a grand welco, imdiately clicking his tongue, "Lachlan, what are you doing?"
Lachlan looked up at Hugh Wyatt, "Oh? You’re here? I’m busy right now, if you have sothing to say, please wait in the conference room."
Hugh Wyatt slamd his hand on the desk, "I heard there’s an arrogant female secretary in your office lately? Hmm? Learning bad habits from that woman?"
Lachlan shook his head and let out a sarcastic laugh, not responding.
Hugh Wyatt got angry on the spot, violently swiping the ashtray off Lachlan’s desk, smashing it on the ground, "Look in the face when you talk! Won’t even call ’Father’?! Where’s that despicable woman teaching you to defy ?"
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