Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 57: My Name Is Iris Crawford, His Ex-Wife

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: My Name Is Iris Crawford, His Ex-Wife

Hector Sutton was so annoyed with James Chesterton that he had a headache, yet there was nothing he could do. Despite James not being pretentious usually, he was still the dignified eldest son of the esteemed Chesterton Family, highly regarded in the academic world. James had grown up with constant praise from professors and industry leaders.

He couldn’t fathom why, but suddenly he found himself in the office.

Could it be because of Iris Crawford? Hector now thought every man had some intention towards Iris, suspecting everyone, so he pulled James aside and whispered, "Is Iris really popular here with you guys... at your place?"

Glancing at Iris standing alongside Lachlan Wyatt, without a second thought, James said, "Of course! Our Birdie is incredibly popular! When she hits the entertainment industry, she’ll definitely be a superstar!"

The way he said it was as if his child had scored first in school tests.

After a moment, James snapped back, "Why are you asking?"

Hector’s gaze darted around evasively, trying to change the topic, "I’m just asking..."

James pinched Hector, "You’re acting suspicious with your shifty eyes!"

"You’re the one who’s shifty!" Hector retorted, pointing at his face, "Am I not handsome?"

Indeed, he was handsome. How could Young Master Sutton not be handsome? If not, why would so many young actors line up to seek him out? However... James stared at Hector and said, "You used to dislike Iris when you first saw her. Why are you suddenly inquiring about her today?"

Hector’s expression was particularly suspicious, as James gasped, "You don’t actually like our Birdie—"

Before he could finish, Hector clamped a hand over James’ mouth, a blush crossing his fair cheeks, "What are you saying! She and I are like fire and water!"

James pried away Hector’s hand, "I didn’t see it before, but you’re a masochist, liking Iris after she scolded you?"

Hector couldn’t take the embarrassment and quickly said, "Are you drunk? How could I possibly be in love with Iris!"

But as he finished, there was a hint of uncertainty.

He wasn’t sure why, but recently he found himself subconsciously staring at Iris, realizing his feelings had gradually developed into this.

Initially, he had looked down on her as being pretentious, but unexpectedly, she was equally dismissive of him.

Now, however, Iris still didn’t regard him as important, yet he had developed an interest in her.

Their interactions lacked romance or admiration, only raw ambition and desire.

It seemed she was incapable of forming emotional attachments, and physical encounters, even sleeping together, were merely tools for fulfilling her desires.

She lived more ambitiously than most men, power residing within her fiercely determined eyes, and meeting her gaze felt like confronting an unwavering ambitious dynamo.

She was the kind of woman who could, upon seeing someone like Elias Shaw of high rank, dismissively say "Not interested."

She would tell Crystal, who begged like a coward, "Don’t die at my doorstep."

Even when surrounded by a crowd, she coldly instructed Dane Rivers, "Stand behind me."

Even if she were stripped bare, she seemed to wear an invisible crown that constantly glittered dangerously on her head.

Where was her weakness?

Hector was intensely curious, intrigued by how Iris continuously shattered their preconceptions and definitions of "women," wondering just how many more astonishing things she could accomplish. His curiosity was insatiable.

How did a woman like her ever show such humble devotion to someone like Jordan Jacobs?

The thought of Jordan having once received Iris’ complete admiration left Hector uncomfortable, unable to determine if this feeling was genuine affection — which made him uneasy.

After a brief silence, Hector said, "I haven’t known Iris long enough to develop feelings yet."

"Do you believe that yourself?" James rolled his eyes. He had known Iris for a long time and was well aware of her radiance. "No need to keep up appearances. Even Lachlan Wyatt couldn’t resist our Birdie. How could you not be interested in her? For any man with a strong ego, she’s a dangerous and thrilling challenge."

Iris could conquer the world with a smile, captivating even the wealthiest.

It was as though Lachlan had eyes on the back of his head, sensing James and Hector glancing intently their way, turning his stern gaze on them.

That gaze seemed to carry a warning.

Hector gritted his teeth and said to James, "Why isn’t Lachlan wary of you?"

"I’m a gentleman. What’s there to be wary about?" James said proudly, but then eyed Hector uneasily. "If you want to pursue Iris, you’ll need to get past me first!"

James and his people cherished Iris like a group favorite, wanting to protect her from past hardships.

As for Lachlan...

Was Lachlan also trying to protect Iris like they were?

James’ gaze turned somber.

Although Lachlan had always been in touch with them, James sometimes felt Lachlan was distant, as if not belonging to their world.

On one side, Hector Sutton and James Chesterton were lost in their own thoughts, while on the other, Lachlan Wyatt and Iris Crawford seemed to have reverted to their past dynamics overnight. It was as if the scene where Iris accused Lachlan had never occurred. They smiled with a sense of detachment, even though Lachlan was personally feeding her, there was still an undercurrent of wariness.

Clinking glasses with Iris, the sound of cola and ice clashing created a refreshing fizz. Lachlan glanced at Iris beside him, frowning slightly.

It always feels like everything has changed, yet nothing has changed.

Lately, I’ve been too close to Iris... Lachlan raised his eyelids, and he knew he should maintain some distance.

Otherwise, if emotions develop and can’t be controlled, it would become troublesome.

Though thinking this, he remained silent, watching Iris being pulled by Sarah Shaw to the seaside to collect shells. The sky darkened, the sea breeze lifted her long hair, freezing into a portrait in Lachlan’s eyes.

The next morning, they set off back, as Patrick Pierce urged them to hurry for resuming work. There was an upcoming brand event that required their attendance, still the same perfume brand.

It seemed the person in charge on that side was interested in having Iris as a spokesperson. However, Iris was a complete novice and needed this brand to step into the entertainment industry.

Peach initially thought Iris would avoid such entanglements, fearing she might be set up in the unstable entertainment world.

Unexpectedly, Iris agreed, and she agreed readily, pondering on the way back how to collaborate with Patrick Pierce and make a name for herself.

Worried, Peach asked, "There are many ways to become famous, why choose to debut in the entertainment industry?"

In Iris’s eyes lay a cold determination, "I can’t let them divide Gia’s resources. Since someone has to take over—"

She looked at Peach with decisiveness akin to a warrior heading to battle, "Then why can’t it be me?"

Peach was dazed for a moment and then smiled.

Was Iris empathizing with Gia, showing that kind of determination? Those who’ve been wronged and oppressed cannot just stand by, can they?

She touched Iris’s face, "I know you’re just playing around in the entertainment industry, but if you want to make a fuss, make a big one. Vera is connected to the Jacobs Family, and it would be great to hit at the connections behind them. I support you."

Make a fuss, in this arena of fame and fortune where flowers compete daily, it’s Iris’s turn to make her move!

That evening, Iris hurriedly met Patrick Pierce outside the venue of the press conference. Numerous media personnel were waiting outside, planning to rush forward and ask this newcomer how she dared to challenge veteran Vera, but didn’t expect her grand entrance.

A fiery red LaFerrari, the pinnacle of Ferraris.

As Iris stepped out of the car, everyone gasped.

Before seeing her face, they saw the high heels.

Red soles, velvet leather.

In a black fitted dress, radiating power, as she stepped out of the car, it was like an empress’s arrival, with each step sparking a sense of slaughter.

Paparazzi accustomed to various beauties in the entertainment industry had never seen beauty with such an aura of danger.

Like a sharp blade wrapped around in crimson roses, her features took one’s breath away.

In the passenger seat sat a man, with a charmingly sinister gaze, coldly watching the photographers.

Isn’t it usually men driving and women in the passenger seat? But now... a man was in the passenger seat! Could she, a woman, dare to firmly stand at the peak of power?

Someone recognized him, covering their mouth, Lach... Young Master Wyatt! Why would Young Master Wyatt be in this woman’s passenger seat?

People said that Lachlan’s actions were absurdly both good and evil, and some said he was too attractive, able to be forgiven for any wrongdoing.

Indeed, having grown into such good looks, Lachlan casually ran a hand through his hair, and languidly extended his hand, randomly pointing at the crowd in front. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The photographers immediately took the hint, putting away their equipment and making way, all the while holding their breaths, not daring to speak.

It wasn’t until Iris had walked to the main entrance of the company, standing in front of Patrick Pierce, that Lachlan snapped his fingers, and then people dared to swarm, raising their cameras.

So intimidating... Young Master Wyatt’s domineering presence is terrifying...

Patrick Pierce opened his mouth in a twisted smile, "Why are you making it feel like a coronation with just a press conference?"

Iris took a breath and turned to face the crowd.

With bold red lips, she opened her mouth, shocking the audience, "Hello everyone, I know many of you want to know who I am; allow me to introduce myself through the media: My name is Iris Crawford, and I am the ex-wife of Jordan Jacobs."

That night, a startling rumor began circulating the city.

In today’s age, divorced women are often belittled as worthless goods, even derogatively labeled as second-hand goods. Especially in the entertainment industry, where marital history or romances are often hidden, fearing they might become black spots.

But at this time, a woman stood out with unprecedented ambition and declared.

My name is Iris Crawford, and I am the ex-wife of Jordan Jacobs.