CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: BEAUTIFUL WOMEN ARE NOT TO BE MESSED WITH

Upon hearing Dante say this, Iris Crawford forced a smile, baring her teeth, "You’re threatening my life now, how can I not be afraid? Lord Dante."

"I do like it when you add ’Your Highness’ at the end when you address me." Dante glanced at his empty hand, recalling the moment when Iris freed herself from his grasp without a second thought, a meaningful smirk playing on his lips. "Woman, how old are you?"

Iris was creeped out inside, "It’s such an outdated concept, still using ’Your Highness’ and all..."

"But I am a Prince."

Dante spoke with an air of nobility. Indeed, many would break their heads to be born into The Royal enjoy riches and glory, generally considering it an unrealistic scenario, yet the reality stood firm.

He was indeed a Prince, the First Prince, standing above all.

"Why are you asking my age?" Iris glanced at him warily, "There’s nothing to chat with you about. I probably understand the situation now; I’ll go gather some evidence myself tomorrow. Don’t send anyone to follow me."

As she said this, she used her finger to poke the First Prince’s pajama top on the chest. The motion wasn’t forceful, but it felt like two nails pierced into Dante’s chest as she continued, "I won’t be going with you tomorrow to meet your mother, that’s not included in my commission."

Dante was a bit angry, "Then I can’t explain to my mother..."

"What’s that got to do with me?"

Iris laughed with her eyebrows raised arrogantly, an unbelievably astonishing smile, "That’s an issue between you and your fiancée. I’m responsible for resolving the scandal, not placating your mother."

Dante was so angry that he laughed instead. In the world, perhaps only this woman in front of him dared to poke him with a finger and nonchalantly claim it was none of her business!

"You’re too arrogant."

"Mm." Iris did not deny it, "I’m indeed very arrogant. If you give me more money, I might reign it in a bit."

"All about the money!" Dante didn’t know what to say about Iris; scolding her seemed like complimenting her. "Are you really that short on cash?"

This question hit home for Iris.

She said, "I can’t count on love, so I might as well count on money."

"From the way you speak, it seems like you’ve been through something before?"

Dante, quite interested, sat down on Iris’s bed. Seeing his overly familiar move, the woman shifted away, baring her teeth as she said, "Why are you coming over here?"

"This is my bed; I sit where I want."

Dante even patted the sheet, "You’re quite interesting, making me feel women like you are quite novel."

Iris rolled her eyes dramatically, "That’s because you’re inexperienced."

"..." Dante instantly crumpled the sheet he had just smoothed out, "Ungrateful, Iris, do you even understand gratitude?"

"I’m someone who responds to gentleness, not force."

Iris squinted her eyes, seeing how open Dante was. She decided to abandon those meaningless awkwardnesses, so she leaned against the bedhead, crossing her long legs, then said to Dante, "Put away that look of scrutinizing me; I don’t have time to play games with someone like you."

Speaking directly without even giving face to the First Prince himself.

Since his birth, Dante had always been abroad, his status exalted, never lacking anything he desired. As he approached, his mixed-race face showing a hint of interest, he gently twirled a strand of Iris’s hair, "Woman, there must be many men wanting you, right?"

For a moment, Lachlan Wyatt’s face flashed across Iris’s mind.

She couldn’t figure out why she was thinking of him at that moment. Was it because the aggression of the man before her felt so much like Lachlan’s?

She lifted her chin, pulling her hair out of Dante’s hand, "Yes, and what’s it to you?"

"I like your honesty."

Dante leaned closer to Iris, "If things are resolved, it’s not entirely impossible for you to be my mistress."

Iris grunted twice, pulling out her phone, "How about you take a number and wait in line first, okay?"

Dante was about to sneer at her for not knowing what’s good for her when he saw Iris’s phone screen lit up, clearly displaying the recording interface!

Dante’s pupils suddenly contracted, reaching out to snatch Iris’s phone, but Iris was quicker, clutching the phone tightly in her hand!

The First Prince’s voice had already turned cold, "You’ve been recording the whole conversation?"

"Yeah, you caught me."

Smiling, Iris swung the phone slightly, "I’m here to solve the scandal; other than that, I won’t do a single thing. Got it?"

To Dante, these words were simply rebellious. He was always the one giving orders; how could anyone dare speak to him like this?

"How dare you record, do you know this is the Royal Palace? I have plenty of ways to make you pay!" Dante’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. Anyone threatening the honor of The Royal Family wouldn’t be spared!

"Of course I know," Iris Crawford said nonchalantly. "However, if I die, or if my phone screen isn’t tapped within five minutes, the recording will automatically be saved and sent to every member’s email in our agency. I’d advise you to let go within five minutes; otherwise, solving your fiancée Cynthia’s scandal might only lead to news about the affair between us being exposed again, right?"

Dante was utterly shaken!

He was actually being manipulated by a woman!

But it wasn’t over, the woman behind it languidly and seductively ran her fingers through her hair and said, "And the part where you asked me to be your lover was clearly recorded. Perhaps from now on The Royal scandal won’t be the only one, Prince, do you want to be at the center of rumors too?"

Dante reached out to grab Iris Crawford’s shoulder, "I order you to give me your phone."

"You leave me alone, and I won’t send out the recording."

Iris Crawford didn’t back down, even as Dante tightened his grip on her shoulder, she grinned playfully, "My dear Prince, haven’t you heard the saying that the prettier a woman is, the less you should let your guard down?"

Dante’s face turned livid, "Iris Crawford, if you dare set me up, be ready to face the consequences!"

After saying so, Dante tried to snatch Iris Crawford’s phone, regardless of whether she’d publicize the recording or not; he had to delete those things now!

Iris Crawford struggled; the man was indeed closing in on her. It was precisely because this was Dante’s territory that she thought about recording as a means of protection. The ruthless nature of The Royal Palace proved true; she would definitely not surrender her bargaining chip!

Thus, in front of Dante, Iris Crawford stuffed her phone directly into her cleavage!

She tugged her neckline down and let the phone slide straight into her chest line, held in place by her bosom. Iris Crawford pointed to her chest and said, "Go ahead and take it."

Dante was astounded by Iris Crawford’s outrageous action, and without thinking he shouted, "You’re absolutely shameless!!!"

"Oh?"

Iris Crawford sneered, "And isn’t it even more shameless for you, His Highness Dante, to want me as your lover while having a fiancée? My phone is in my cleavage; if you have the guts, come and take it. However, at the moment I tucked it in, I activated the camera. If you retrieve it from my chest now, it’ll automatically capture your face and actions, and in the same manner, be sent to other members of our agency."

Dante could hardly believe Iris Crawford’s phone had so many secret features, "Who are you really?"

The woman’s body was like a lethal weapon, every move leaving him defenseless.

How could she be so bold and meticulous?

"I’m just an ordinary member of the agency. As a woman, wherever I go, I need to stay vigilant, so I’ve installed numerous self-developed programs on my phone for emergencies."

Iris Crawford spread her hands, facing Dante’s fury, but not showing the slightest fear.

The woman boasted an impressive bust, and now knowing there’s a phone squeezed in there, Dante was even more unsure of where to look.

If he stared, he’d be like a rogue.

If he didn’t stare, there was still that damning recording on the phone!

Gritting his teeth, the Prince pinned Iris Crawford to the bed, "You think I don’t dare, don’t you?"

"Go ahead."

Iris Crawford placed both hands on either side of the pillow and teased Dante, "You can always try, see if what I said is true."

Dante’s other hand clenched into a fist; how could he take this risk?

Just then, a voice came from outside the door, "Prince!"

The door was pulled open by someone else, and Steward Raymond rushed in with a look of anxiety, "Someone said they saw Princess Cynthia heading to a nightclub with a man, and it seems the media got shots of it. Should we... should we first suppress the news?"

If this went public, wouldn’t the entire Kingdom of L know Dante got cuckolded by his fiancée!

Lying on the bed, Iris Crawford chuckled, observing the rather unpleasant expression on Dante’s face. But astonishingly, he was indeed remarkably handsome, so much so that even when angry, his features carried an incredible beauty and fierce elegance.

Hearing Raymond’s words, Dante barely had time to mind Iris Crawford, got up, and angrily instructed Raymond, "Suppress the news first, soon I’ll have someone bring Cynthia back!"

Bring back? But that’s the Princess, your fiancée!

"I can’t allow her to continue tarnishing my reputation," Dante said each word with anger, "Why are you standing there? Take me to Cynthia’s residence now, and I’ll bring her back this instant!"

Rebellion! The women nowadays, are they all planning to revolt? All intending to defy him?

Iris Crawford didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly, thinking she might get a good night’s sleep tonight. But Dante turned back, pointing at her and telling Raymond, "Bring this woman along too!"

Iris Crawford was stunned, "What does your showdown have to do with me!"

The words "showdown" seemed to strike a nerve in Dante, anger flaring, "Aren’t you supposed to help me deal with scandals? Perfect, tonight let me see what you’ve got!"