Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 207: Kill Lachlan Wyatt, and Only Hate Me

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Kill Lachlan Wyatt, and Only Hate Me

His turn?

Iris Crawford smiled charmingly, "Maybe in your next life."

Lachlan Wyatt felt a chill in his heart, "Was it that I didn’t satisfy you enough yesterday?"

Iris wanted nothing more than to kick Lachlan in the face; this man only knew how to exploit every opportunity day by day!

Evelyn Rowan was about to marry Jonas Kingsley, which was like giving Jonas a shot of adrenaline. There was no way Iris would let them have their way.

Iris lowered her gaze, "Are you free today?"

Lachlan froze, "What are you planning?"

"You said you broke away from the Wyatt Family but didn’t take anything with you."

Iris clicked her tongue and lifted Lachlan’s chin, "That’s not very wise."

Lachlan raised his eyebrows in response, "What do you mean? You’re starting to think I’m poor?"

Iris nodded, "Yes, you seem a bit poor, not worthy of me."

"..." Lachlan was really tempted to curse his father, "Do you think I survive on the Wyatt Family’s money? My overseas assets—"

Before he could finish, Iris pinched his lips shut.

She raised one finger, saying to Lachlan, "Is there any word on how Hugh Wyatt’s inheritance will be divided?"

Lachlan shook his head while Iris still pinched his mouth.

Hugh Wyatt wasn’t even dead yet, and she was already talking about inheritance.

Iris had some guts!

Iris chuckled twice, released Lachlan, then rubbed her hands together like a female hooligan, "Lachlan, let’s go ask Hugh Wyatt for our inheritance. You’re his biological son, leaving empty-handed doesn’t make sense. If we don’t fight for the assets, all the money will end up in Jonas Kingsley’s pocket!"

Lachlan found her financial craze amusing, "Even if the Wyatt Family has some money, it’s not certain they’ll care..."

Iris immediately flared up, "Money is money, whether it’s a lot or a little!"

"Oh, okay."

Lachlan did a quick flip off the bed, pulling the blanket down with the momentum, and said to Iris, "Let’s go, I’m off to grab some money."

Iris didn’t expect Lachlan to go right away, "Going today? I haven’t even washed my hair..."

"I’m worried you’ll think I’m poor!"

Lachlan glared viciously at Iris, "You probably don’t know how wealthy I am, yet you call me poor!"

"You’ve been kicked out, yet still so stubborn." Iris stared at Lachlan’s muscular, tight back, and after a moment said, "Just a stray dog."

"Calling me your dog is one thing, but not a stray dog."

Lachlan brusquely shoved himself into a hoodie, retorting to Iris, "The Wyatt Family is a place that devours people without leaving bones, leaving is better, I’m more free!"

On one side, Lachlan got kicked out, on the other, Jonas Kingsley turned into Hugh Wyatt’s favorite overnight. Since Lachlan cut ties with him, Hugh hadn’t slept soundly, but now even Jonas seemed more pleasing to his eye.

Jonas had been less favored than Lachlan in the Wyatt Family, but suddenly being in Hugh’s presence felt a bit awkward. Amidst the discomfort, he found it almost laughable; what did Hugh Wyatt make of his three children?

Tools?

Jonas Kingsley and Evelyn Rowan sat in the Wyatt Family’s hall, eating with Hugh Wyatt and listening to tales of past heroics, but Jonas idly pushed around the food in his bowl, not really paying attention.

The Wyatt Family indeed felt dull; Lachlan broke free, while he fell right in.

He’d always wanted to compete with Lachlan, but now that he had, it felt utterly bland.

After Hugh’s long-winded tale, Jonas took a sip of wine, stood up, and said, "Dad, it’s getting late, I’ll take Rowan home."

He tried calling Evelyn by the nickname ’Rowan,’ as others might, but every time he did, it felt awkward.

Hugh nodded, letting the younger ones leave first.

Evelyn was just as indifferent to Jonas; they merely used each other. As she walked out with Jonas, she clenched her fingers.

Outside, where Hugh couldn’t see them, Evelyn glanced at Jonas’s expression and noticed he seemed completely indifferent to her, instantly annoyed, "I’m telling you, although we don’t have feelings between us, if we marry and you betray me, I won’t let it rest."

"Still seeing yourself as a Queen."

Jonas smirked, "If it weren’t for holding Hugh Wyatt in our grip and marrying into our family, yours might’ve gone down under you and Seth’s hands!"

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

Evelyn didn’t expect Jonas to oppose her too. Sure, she needed him, but wasn’t Jonas also in a state of fear now? If Seth were to confess anything, he’d be doomed too!

In such a situation, they were both on the same line, Evelyn naturally felt she’d regained some face. Remembering how she had begged Jonas for help before, she gritted her teeth and softened her stance, "Our goals align, you can’t let me down."

Jonas glanced at Evelyn’s face, "No wonder Lachlan chose Iris."

That hit Evelyn right in the spine!

Her face reddened with anger, as if burdened with unspeakable grievances, "What do you mean? Are you saying I’m inferior to Iris Crawford?"

Jonas Kingsley just smiled without speaking.

At some point, the image of Iris Crawford began to flit through his mind as well.

This woman...

Jonas’s eyes gradually darkened; he needed for Iris Crawford to be destroyed by her own hands, only then could he feel at ease!

After Jonas sent Evelyn Rowan home, Hannah Lennox, who was driving in the front, suddenly spoke, "The Third Young Master, are you sure you really want to marry the eldest daughter of the Rowan Family?"

Jonas gave Hannah a meaningful look. She had been by his side for a long time and knew all his dirty secrets. If this woman ever betrayed him, it would certainly be the death of Jonas.

But Jonas believed that Hannah would never betray him; they shared countless implicit mutual benefits.

"You don’t sound very satisfied?"

Jonas lit a cigarette, and smoke slowly rose in the back seat, "Then who do you think would be more suitable?"

The concept of marriage never existed in Jonas’s mind; after all, his mother was also a mistress, and he grew up used to being cursed and slandered, so marrying anyone made no difference.

"Well, I think Iris Crawford isn’t bad."

Hannah nodded earnestly in the front seat, "Because I think Miss Crawford’s character might complement yours."

Hearing Hannah mention this name, Jonas was taken aback.

"Why do you think Iris and I are a match..."

"In some ways, you and the Second Young Master are the same kind of people, except he has Iris by his side." Hannah drove on, "Although you and Miss Crawford are archenemies, personally, I quite admire Miss Crawford’s character."

Most women would probably like Iris Crawford.

Iris Crawford never competed with other women or vied for attention; perhaps by chance, she saved a woman’s life of misery. Having such a companion, girls would naturally feel happy.

Hearing Hannah’s positive appraisal of Iris Crawford, Jonas sneered, "You really seem to like Iris, huh? What, feel aggrieved working for me, want to go work for Iris instead?"

Hannah immediately hit the brakes, and after a moment, she said, "Wherever you are, The Third Young Master, I will be there. It was just a casual remark."

"Really?"

Jonas squinted slightly, and Iris’s face appeared again in his mind.

He shook his head from side to side and inexplicably told Hannah, "Go back and check what Iris Crawford is doing now."

Hannah was startled, "What do you mean by this, The Third Young Master?"

"I—" Jonas couldn’t explain it himself.

He just wanted to know what Iris Crawford was doing at this moment. Was she with Lachlan Wyatt? Or with Orion Crawford?

Jonas fell silent, and Hannah thought he’d abandoned the idea. But little did she know, when Jonas got back, he started investigating Iris Crawford on his own, not only her current whereabouts but also her activities over the past few years, like a maniac, imprinting everything about Iris into his mind.

When Hannah entered with coffee in her hands, Jonas was so engrossed that he didn’t notice. By the time he reacted, it was too late to close Iris’s photos on the screen, and Hannah saw them clearly.

Hannah’s face slightly changed, "The Third Young Master, is this..."

Could it be that The Third Young Master is privately investigating Iris Crawford?

A thought crossed Hannah’s mind, "The Third Young Master, are you... interested in Miss Crawford?"

Perhaps sensing what Hannah was about to say, Jonas suddenly erupted in anger, and swept the coffee she had brought in onto the floor, soaking a large part of the expensive carpet and shattering the costly cup, Jonas shouted, "I didn’t tell you to come in, what are you doing making decisions on your own?"

Hannah paled and backed off, "The Third Young Master, please calm down, I didn’t know it would upset you so much. I knocked and called for you, I thought you agreed..."

Jonas also didn’t know what made him so irritable, he was just inexplicably flustered, like being caught red-handed, "Get out!"

Hannah could only obey his command. After she left, Jonas collapsed into his chair, wiped his face and found his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Why.

It was just investigating Iris being discovered, why...

Why was his heart beating so fast?

Jonas pressed hard against his chest; Iris’s beautiful yet world-weary face seemed to appear before him, whenever she looked at him her eyes were filled with anger and hatred, as if he was unforgivably damned, and at those times Jonas felt the blood in his veins boil.

He’d committed so many sins, destroyed countless families, and never once cared, numb to the core; but being stared at by Iris, he felt stabbed.

"I feel... alive."

Jonas had no idea what he was saying, his mind a blur; he gripped the mouse tightly as if clenching Iris’s wrist.

He remembered Iris’s tendons had been severed, her wrists so slender yet so strong; after being crippled, she wouldn’t be able to lift anything heavy, right?

"Iris..."

Jonas kept his eyes open, madness swirling in their depths, as he gazed blankly into nothingness, his dilated pupils signalling that he had reached the brink of hallucination, "I killed Lachlan Wyatt, so in the future you can only... hate me alone."