CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: NO ONE CAN MORALLY BLACKMAIL ME!

Lachlan Wyatt said this with a grim look on his face, turning to Peach, "I asked you to check her body for any issues, not this!"

Peach pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, saying, "I think it’s necessary to check your male functions..."

Upon hearing this, Lachlan coldly laughed and grabbed the ashtray by the bedside, hurling it, fortunately Peach dodged swiftly, nearly hitting Iris Crawford’s face.

The ashtray with the wind just brushed past her head, rolling along the floor.

Iris Crawford’s face turned dark for a few seconds.

Peach also showed an awkward expression, his dodge was too hasty and almost made Iris take the blame, leaving him with only a dry laugh, "Haha..."

Iris Crawford didn’t blink as she picked up the ashtray, and in the next moment, Lachlan saw a black object full of killing intent thrown back at him.

The force was so strong, it seemed it could smash his head and make him bleed.

With a clang, it hit the headboard, nearly leaving a dent.

Lachlan: "..."

Quite a temper.

Ashtray: "..."

Could you two please let me go?

In the whole world, to be thrown something by Lachlan and then thrown back, maybe only Iris Crawford is such a woman.

Peach gave Iris Crawford some homemade hangover cure and then advised her to drink more hot water, so it could help flush out the drug residues quickly.

The drug effect had now passed, Iris Crawford indeed looked much clearer than she did last night, although her hair was messy, she was wrapped in a bathrobe, lying on a lazy couch outside, lazy yet sexy, she stretched and said, "Thanks for running this errand."

Peach grabbed in the air with both hands, looking like a fangirl drooling, "How about letting me touch your chest as a medical fee..."

Iris Crawford laughed, exuding post-event charm, "It’s going to cost you to touch it."

Peach directly opened his phone to transfer money, "Accompany me tonight."

Lachlan sat on the bed with a livid face, just then their phones buzzed.

Opening them, they found a message from someone in the forum.

[Chestnut] The person who drugged was found

[Pierce] What era is this that people are still drugging? I’m impressed.

[Chestnut] Maybe Lachlan is just too charming, a hostess drugged him.

[Sarah] Then why was the one who drank the wine Birdie?

[HS] Lachlan’s glass, Birdie drank it.

[Peach] Those who get it, get it.

[Sarah] Got it, we should call her Birdie sister now.

Seeing her group eating the gossip in the chat, Iris Crawford helplessly grabbed her hair, as she sat up from the couch. While she went to the bedroom to change clothes, Lachlan lay on the bed watching her turn her back on him and take off her bathrobe, her smooth back had no excess flesh, tight and firm, full of life.

Lachlan glanced at the photo sent by James Chesterton; it was a surveillance screenshot capturing that woman stealthily putting drugs into Lachlan’s wine glass, the man’s smile was extremely cold.

Such boring women, using such low means to climb up.

Little did they know, men like them and their resources wouldn’t lead them to paradise.

They would only lead them to hell.

After Iris Crawford and Lachlan finished tidying up everything, Peach waited outside for them. Seeing them come out, Peach said, "What do you plan to do with the person who went after you?"

Lachlan remained expressionless, with evidence in hand, why fear not being able to deal with her?

"Throw her in jail for drug abuse."

Peach showed a disappointed look.

Iris Crawford curled her lips, "Then what do you want to do?"

Peach pulled out two surgical knives from his portable box, revealing a fangirl smile, "Bring her to my basement. I need two living bodies for my human transformation project."

"..." This guy is clearly scarier; shouldn’t she be the one to be thrown in jail!

Twenty minutes later, the three of them finally met up with James Chesterton and Jeremy Carter. After all, this game was initially stirred up by Jeremy Carter; he should be accountable to Lachlan for his role, and now they met at Jeremy Carter’s villa, where the luxurious tiles radiated a glow only afforded by expensive materials, and the term "inch of gold inch of land" fit perfectly in Jeremy Carter’s home.

Iris Crawford remembered, Jeremy Carter’s family owns a bank.

Looking up, Jeremy Carter was sitting centrally on the couch, and when he saw Iris Crawford, he stood up, then tilted his chin up.

A sort of greeting passed.

Iris Crawford coldly sneered internally, these rich kids greet others differently based on status, smiling at those in high positions and just giving a random gesture to someone seemingly insignificant like her saying "I’ve seen you in my eyes."

Without much talk, Lachlan and Iris Crawford sat down, Lachlan asked, "Where is the person?"

"On the way here." Jeremy Carter’s servant brought up a box of cigars, and he glanced over without taking one, instead waving his hand to let the servant bring it to Lachlan first.

Allowing Lachlan to pick first.

Lachlan said, "I just woke up, haven’t eaten, don’t feel like smoking."

The cigars then returned to Jeremy Carter’s hands.

Holding a cigar, Jeremy Carter said, "Dane Rivers went to grab the person, supposed to be bringing them now. I just contacted the police, after you’re done here, they’ll probably take them directly."

"Hmm."

Hearing that Dane Rivers went to grab the person, Lachlan’s eyes reflected a trace of deep intention. Several people sat in the living room waiting, and soon there was a commotion at the door.

The sound of a man’s footsteps mixed with the cries of a woman—

"Young Master Rivers, could you please let me go?"

"Young Master Rivers, I’m sorry... I was wrong, someone paid me to do this, Young Master Rivers..."

"Young Master Rivers, please don’t tell Young Master Jeremy about this, sorry, I’m willing to do anything you want..."

Dane Rivers brought the person to the living room, giving the feeling of hauling a prisoner for a trial in ancient times. Centrally in the living room was Jeremy Carter, cold-eyed and slender-browed, beside him the indifferent Lachlan, while Iris Crawford and Peach were seated opposite together.

Seeing this setup, the dragged woman let out a wretched scream, "No!"

Jeremy Carter frowned, the scream was too grating, mismatching his home’s luxurious decor.

Dane said coldly, "Crystal Rhodes, do you admit it?"

The woman called Crystal Rhodes lifted her head, with a quite attractive face. It seemed her circumstances weren’t very good, which was why she became a hostess. She was trembling and didn’t dare to look up at Lachlan Wyatt. Hearing Dane’s voice, she shuddered in fear.

Lachlan observed her face, confirming it was the woman from the video.

However..."I heard someone gave you a large sum of money?"

Crystal knew Lachlan was asking her and immediately nodded, "I... I received an email on my phone, and then, then the money really came through."

Her eyes turned red, "I really... I had a bit to drink at the time, and when I saw Young Master Wyatt, I... I was tempted. Damn it, I thought if I did this, I might have a chance to climb the social ladder..."

As she said this, Jeremy smiled and shook his head.

Ridiculous, truly ridiculous, these women.

——Though, in a certain sense, gender conflicts are just class conflicts.

If one day people in power were like Iris Crawford, then the ones brought in and too afraid to look up would be men.

Jeremy had seen enough men and women trying to get a piece of the pie by any means. After all, there were plenty of wealthy women in their circle.

Jeremy gently set down the cigar in his hand and exchanged a look with Dane at Lachlan, "Wyatt, you handle this."

Iris noticed how everyone seemed to be giving Lachlan a lot of face. So just how terrifying was Lachlan’s background?

Lachlan didn’t say a word, just stared at the woman. Some people don’t need to speak, and the regal oppression they exude fills the room overwhelmingly.

As expected, the woman, frightened by his cold gaze, fell to the ground with a thud. She fumbled out her phone from her pocket, "I... I’m telling the truth. Young Master Wyatt, please don’t call the police to arrest me. Can we settle this privately? I’ll give you back the money they transferred to me... I..."

Everyone forgot that the victim in all of this was Iris Crawford.

Yet they all begged Lachlan for mercy.

Iris glanced at Lachlan’s sharply defined profile; his decisive jawline was like the blade of a guillotine falling without hesitation.

Dane said from the side, "You didn’t even figure out who the person was and dared to do something like this?!"

"That night, I received a courier package in my rented apartment..."

Trembling, Crystal handed over the phone, "Inside the package was this drug, and I realized everything was real..."

A mysterious person contacted her via email to drug Lachlan and included a large transfer. That night, with her indecisive thoughts swaying, she was manipulated.

Lachlan’s expression wasn’t good; what did this signify? It meant someone knew in advance about Jeremy’s reservation at this venue and found someone to do the dirty work for him on that very day, with absolute certainty that Crystal would do it—because she needed money and couldn’t resist the temptation of the large transfer, and since it happened in an entertainment club, mixed with alcohol, in a place full of glitz and glamour, the risk was minimal.

Every link in the chain drove Crystal to drug him.

"The person behind it not only knew about Lachlan’s movements but also understood Crystal’s financial status," Iris finally spoke, revealing a knowing expression, "Looks like they have a powerful information network and strong execution capability."

To be able to so precisely drive an unknown woman to drug him without exposing their identity.

Crystal, hearing Iris’s analysis, immediately turned to Iris. She was there at the time, so she naturally knew the drink ended up being consumed by Iris. Now she seemed to remember something and said to Iris, "Miss, can you be magnanimous and forgive me... I really was just desperate for money, so very desperate... I..."

As she cried, Crystal continued, "I really didn’t think you’d drink it... I didn’t intend to harm you."

Iris replied, "Oh, then you intended to harm Lachlan?"

Crystal shivered in fear, "No, Miss, I was just momentarily confused, suddenly having money, suddenly being close to Young Master Wyatt, I..."

Started to drift.

Iris snorted and turned away.

She accepted money from an unknown source, tried to drug someone hoping to marry into wealth, and now that the dream has shattered, she cries pitifully as if they’re the ones in the wrong.

Hearing Iris’s snort, Crystal shouted, "What right do you have to laugh at me? How are you any different! You drank the drink and now you should thank me; I helped deliver you to Young Master Wyatt’s bed!"

Iris clapped on the spot, "You have quite the nerve, giving someone drugs by mistake and harming me, and then you say I should thank you."

Crystal clenched her teeth, feeling like her backbone had been hit.

Iris wasn’t wrong. She was greedy for money, but she couldn’t afford to be caught. She was the only one in the family capable of earning now...

Nearby, James was using Crystal’s phone to send anything traceable to himself, including detailed information on the transfer. The rest would be up to Lachlan to deal with.

But James felt that perhaps Birdie’s feelings should be considered too, so why should a few men make all the decisions?

Just as he was about to speak up for Birdie, Dane said beside him, "I found out you had loans from before, amounting to hundreds of thousands. Someone gave you a million; if you tell us who that person is, we might consider letting you go."

Iris immediately interrupted, "Do you even have the right to talk about letting someone go? You didn’t drug anyone, nor were you drugged; what gives you the authority to forgive others on my behalf?"

Dane’s face changed, unsure if from guilt or something else. His actions seemed intended to quickly resolve the matter, but Iris wasn’t having any of it.

"You’ve caught her. She owes a lot of money and supposedly has to support her brother. A poor family never saw a million transferred before, so she had ill intentions. Isn’t it enough already?" Dane said, frowning and without thinking, "Besides, it didn’t cause you any substantial harm. Just find out who’s behind it. Crystal Rhodes was just used."

"What, did her tears get to you?" Iris laughed, "So generous, I haven’t even spoken, and you’re planning to forgive on my behalf."

Dane seemed slapped in the face, "You—do you even know how to talk! I’m just expressing my opinion, I feel she’s quite pitiful..."

"She’s pitiful, and should I, the one she harmed, help her? If I’d been taken by someone last night, would Young Master Rivers be relieved and cheer that I was casually taken?" Iris’s voice turned icy, as if warning, "If you can’t speak properly, just shut up."

She was more annoyed with brainless people than malicious ones. Dane wasn’t cruel, but unfortunately, he lacked sense.

Nearby, Peach chipped in, "Oh dear, Young Master Rivers has such a kind heart, a reincarnated Bodhisattva, first time seeing one. Young Master Jeremy, aren’t you putting out your cigarette? I’m worried sparks might land on Young Master Rivers, turning into a few holy relics."

Dane’s face turned noticeably awkward, blocked by Iris and Peach who rendered him speechless. He realized he indeed overstepped; because it wasn’t his business, he habitually tried to take charge and offer forgiveness... Wasn’t that asking for trouble!

Reluctantly shutting his mouth, Dane no longer voiced opinions, while Crystal kept crying, "I... I really don’t know how to contact him. He said after I succeeded, he’d transfer more money. There were reporters outside; I don’t know why they didn’t come to film you. He originally said he arranged for reporters to wait outside the hotel to capture photos of your night together..." Crystal went pale, revealing everything, "My brother depends on me for schooling expenses. I had no choice but to serve drinks... I was tempted by the large sum of money; please, miss, Young Master Wyatt, forgive me..."

Arranged paparazzi too?

This was meant to destroy those who were drugged.

If it weren’t for Lachlan’s timely discovery revealing the scheme, they wouldn’t dare act rashly, so the paparazzi didn’t show the next day. Otherwise, Iris would have been ruined.

Iris looked icy, never imagining she got pulled into such a terrifying storm.

The sound of police cars already echoed outside; they came to arrest people. After collecting the relevant information from Crystal’s phone, James returned it and exchanged a glance with Lachlan, indicating they’d need to secretly investigate further.

Crystal regretted deeply, seeing police entering, she suddenly hugged Iris’s leg, "Miss, please, don’t turn a blind eye. I was wrong, I shouldn’t have abused illegal drugs, shouldn’t have harmed you or insulted you... Miss, I’m the only one earning for my family, my brother still depends on me; spare me, please."

Lachlan looked on with indifference, even mockingly, as if he were a spectator waiting for Iris to be morally bound.

"Don’t turn a blind eye, please, we’re both women, you know how hard it is to support a family; let’s settle this privately..."

Iris laughed.

"Not my problem, just don’t die at my doorstep."