CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: THIS TIME, THE WINNER IS IRIS CRAWFORD!

Iris Crawford spoke so arrogantly, completely unlike the timid figure she was in the past, deeply provoking Jordan Jacobs. He instinctively defended Yvonne Jennings, saying, "Iris, Yvonne never intended to kill you, why must you relentlessly pursue her?"

Upon hearing this, Iris could only laugh. Pressing her red nails against her chin, she feigned contemplation for a while before saying, "Hmm... you sure know how to twist facts, how did it become me harming her? If I were any less lucky, I wouldn’t be alive, standing here talking to you now."

Jordan knew he was guilty, yet he refused to admit his fault. Now, seeing Iris healthy in front of him was beyond his expectations, and going forward...

Jordan took a deep breath and finished his statement, "Iris, I know you resent me, but won’t you let me handle the issues with Yvonne? Once I’ve resolved them... we can live peacefully together."

With a chilly demeanor, Iris applauded Jordan, "You’re like a knife to the rear end, such an eye-opener. I’ve never seen someone so shameless as you."

Nearby, Lachlan Wyatt, who was drinking tea, almost choked.

He squinted, suppressing a smile as he looked at Iris, who was crossing her long legs, gazing at Jordan. From her bag, she pulled out a contract, "You can sign the divorce papers now."

Jordan never anticipated this; two years ago, he had thrown the agreement in the face of a plump woman—yet two years later, she transformed brilliantly only to do the same thing back to him.

Except this time, the victor was Iris Crawford.

Smirking, Iris said, "After signing this, I’ll also serve you with a legal notice. The sports car I bought you during our marriage and the investment from the Crawfords to the Jacobs Family—I will reclaim it all."

How could a woman serve a man divorce papers?

Jordan trembled with anger, "Iris! It’s not like you lack money, why must you make this so bitter! Can’t we part peacefully?"

Another set of divorce papers and another legal notice, Jordan never imagined this woman would be so aggressive. People fear being scrutinized post-divorce, as divorced individuals are often seen as second-hand goods, yet Iris not only seeks divorce but also meticulously accounts for every penny in their marriage!

Jordan dared not speak harshly as he usually would, but unfortunately, today Iris had an imposing figure sitting beside her.

Lachlan Wyatt!

Being stared at with resentment, Lachlan pointed to himself and said, "Why are you looking at me? Haven’t you seen a handsome guy before?"

"..." Jordan, at the limit of his patience, said to Iris, his voice lowered, "I am the eldest son of the Jacobs Family. To be threatened everywhere by a woman like this, what does it look like!"

Hence Jordan said, "Iris, no matter what, a day as spouses is worth a hundred days of grace, we were once intimate; you coming over to reckon accounts, asking me to sign agreements, even bringing another man to subdue me, this isn’t right."

"It wasn’t right before." Iris smirked, "Now that I’ve done it, it is right."

Jordan clenched his fists, "I will not sign the divorce papers!"

Saying this, in front of Iris, he tore the agreement into pieces, as if shredding Iris’s body.

Iris’s stunningly beautiful face appeared as she said, "Look, does this scene look familiar? Two years ago, you held your mistress and left, behind was me, tearing the divorce papers with tears."

The ripped divorce papers symbolized not just her trampled love but also her conscience as a human being.

Jordan paused, hearing Iris say, "No worries, now I bring another man along, simply to let you experience the torment I endured."

She stood up, pulling out that legal notice again, "Additionally, I’ll sue you for infidelity during marriage, for using our shared marital assets to support your mistress. If you claim my feigned death caused our divorce to fail, then we are technically still married, and every penny you gave Yvonne infringes upon my rights. I have every reason to use the law to defend myself."

Iris seemed like the perfect template for a female divorcee: first, she separates emotions to judge if the marriage is salvageable, then upon realizing it’s not, she promptly uses legal measures to protect her rights.

Once emotions are entirely extinct, surely she should retrieve the money too.

When did she become so awake and rational?

Sadly, society always perceives women as more emotional than rational. So when a woman starts calculating her interests like a man, people criticize her as vicious, heartless for money.

However, Iris’s eyes held no emotion, as if it were completely burnt away by a relentless fire. She seemed to deliver her final ultimatum to Jordan, telling him she returned after two years with no intention of sparing favors, let alone parting peacefully — she demanded mutual destruction!

"Iris, do you really feel this is right? How can a woman act like this, with no semblance of femininity, divorce so ugly; aren’t you afraid of what people might say behind your back?"

Jordan felt like he was facing not an ex-wife but a fierce negotiator from a big corporation.

Lachlan, nearby, made a slurping noise with his tea, saying, "I think it’s great."

Jordan almost choked.

He hadn’t asked him!

Lachlan initially thought Iris would cry and cling to Jordan, accusing each other, but surprisingly, Iris’s pale face bore no other emotion. She only watched Jordan with playful eyes, anticipating more excuses from him.

"The kidnapping case of those years, you can’t accuse me." Jordan realized Iris was truly relentless and changed his demeanor, disgustingly telling her, "I did everything I could to save you, Iris, but the law doesn’t mandate I must save you!"

Listen to such heartbreaking words, despite the disappointment and stone-heartedness Iris felt, Jordan’s blunt and cruel words pierced her soul.

The law doesn’t mandate I must save you.

"You were my husband, but you saved your mistress!"

Iris could no longer control her emotions, stood up from the sofa abruptly, eyes red. She couldn’t fathom why even now, Jordan’s conscience hadn’t awoken; why could he face his spiteful past so calmly!

"Because the thug’s knife was controlling you, for my own life’s safety, I saved someone else who was easier to rescue. In such a situation, do you have the right to criticize me?" Jordan said without changing countenance, "Rescue demands considering one’s capabilities, doesn’t it? What if rash action led to harm for all three? Saving one was already a good outcome!"

Saving one was already a good outcome!

This statement pierced Iris’s chest like a bullet; she couldn’t believe Jordan could utter such shameless words. Clearly, he deliberately abandoned her, yet twisted the facts to appear as if he tried hard to save people, clearly watching her die coldly...

And she couldn’t do anything about it!

Iris felt blood rush to her throat, staring wide-eyed at Jordan, trying to discern any regret on his face, but besides a trace of panic, he showed no other expression. He even added, "Moreover, you’re not dead, aren’t you alive and well!"

"Yes, thank heavens I’m not dead..." Iris shook her head, as if lamenting her past ignorance and foolishness, "Otherwise, I’d never see your beastly heart..."

Jordan and Iris grew up together, both from affluent backgrounds. Iris liked him since childhood; he was handsome and intelligent, and after taking over the Jacobs Family, his career thrived. From every angle, Jordan was a perfect man.

Yet this supposedly perfect man in everyone’s eyes pushed her into the abyss...

Jordan noticed the disappointment in Iris’s eyes, eyes once full of love for him, but now... Jordan nervously said, "Take back these legal notices and divorce papers, we can return to the past."

"Otherwise, I’ll expose your affair with Lachlan Wyatt!"

Jordan Jacobs adopted a tough stance, "Let everyone see what a flirtatious woman you are. You haven’t contacted your husband in two years, but have been living with another man. I’ll see who the public sides with!"

"Dream on!"

Iris Crawford slapped Jordan Jacobs across the face, her crimson nails resembling the hottest drop of blood in her heart. "I’m telling you, I won’t soften or be afraid. You’re the one who’s done all the bad things, and you’re the one who’s schemed for the Jacobs Family’s money! I won’t back down on the bubble tea shop issue, and Howard Jennings will surely be detained by the police for assembling a crowd to fight! Sign the divorce papers properly and send them to the Crawford Family, scrutinize every line of my legal letter, and prepare for a lawsuit, Jordan Jacobs, this is a declaration of war!"

Jordan Jacobs covered his face, furious, "This is my home, you’re hitting me in my own home?"

"If I want to hit you, I will, no need to choose a day!" Spitting out a well-known line without hesitation, Iris Crawford pointed at Jordan Jacobs, "Besides, this is also my home; the house is under both our names. I’m here today to tell you another thing, I want Yvonne Jennings to pack her things and get out of here! If you won’t agree, then you two can get out together!"

Jordan Jacobs couldn’t believe it, jumping up from the couch as well, "Iris Crawford, what do you mean!"

Coming to his house, taking over, and even telling him to get out!

"We bought this house together back then, I paid the majority, and you paid the minority. Regarding our marriage, you were so calculated that you wouldn’t spend an extra penny because you hated me. But you never thought, because I was foolish and contributed more, now I have enough moral high ground to kick you out!" Iris Crawford snatched the teacup from Lachlan Wyatt’s hand, "This Hermes Passifolia dinnerware, I remember clearly, I bought it, it’s been two years!"

Next to her, Lachlan Wyatt still maintained the posture of holding a teacup, his hand already empty, "I hadn’t finished my tea yet..."

She smashed the teacup directly on the ground at Jordan Jacobs’s feet, "I smash my own purchased porcelain, it’s not for you to criticize!"

The teacup shattered with a crack beside Jordan Jacobs’s shoes, the man was furious, "Iris Crawford, what do you mean!"

"That’s exactly what it means, aren’t you powerful and influential? Don’t you have a big family and business?" Iris Crawford’s bloodshot eyes held hatred, "You wouldn’t still be reluctant to part with this house, would you? I’m giving you three days to pack your bags and leave, take Yvonne Jennings and get out, and prepare to respond to my lawsuit, I refuse to settle privately. By the way, I signed the previous agreement for you to compensate me fifty million for hitting me, brought it here for you, and made some amendments to the terms of the agreement, trying to set me up, you’re too naive. Also, related to that kidnapping case back then, it might be a criminal case, our lawsuit might even become public, everyone can come and watch your performance then, Jordan Jacobs."

After saying this, Iris Crawford didn’t give Jordan Jacobs a moment to react, pulling Lachlan Wyatt up, "Let’s go."

Lachlan Wyatt said, "Wait a minute, I haven’t finished the chocolates he brought out."

"..." He really came as a guest.

As Iris Crawford left, she slammed the door so hard it sounded like it would resound throughout the whole house; Jordan Jacobs stood there pale, his face full of disbelief, not having realized what had happened.

She specifically came home once, bringing a legal letter, a divorce agreement, and an eviction notice...

Rendered his male dignity worthless, and pushed him to the limit!

Jordan Jacobs’s fingers clenched one by one, already holding murderous intent in his eyes.

Iris Crawford, this woman must be removed, otherwise, there will be no peaceful days in the future!

He made a call to Yvonne Jennings, and Jordan Jacobs asked, "Yvonne, back then the kidnappers, which prison are they in now?"

******

In the car, Lachlan Wyatt tugged at his collar and exhaled toward Iris Crawford, "You really don’t hold onto any old feelings."

"Old feelings?"

Iris Crawford laughed, her eyes cold but seemingly radiant, "I already forgot what feelings are."

Lachlan Wyatt drove without looking sideways, but freed a hand to scratch Iris Crawford’s chin, "Then let me teach you. Come, seduce me."

Iris Crawford sneered, slapping Lachlan Wyatt’s hand away with a smack, then said to him, "I gave our joint account to Jordan Jacobs, that fifty million he owed will be transferred to that account."

The organization’s joint account?

Lachlan Wyatt’s face fell, "Are you worried something might happen, so you’re using the organization to cover for you?" After all, personal accounts are prone to issues.

Iris Crawford acted like a little temptress, "Oh~ Young Master Wyatt, not at all, I’m also part of the organization, consider it my contribution to the cause~"

Listen to her irritating, raspy voice!

Lachlan Wyatt was provoked into stepping hard on the gas pedal, he said, "When you give the speech at the next meeting, remember to use this screeching voice too, can’t let me be the only one disgusted, I’ll let everyone at the company hear it."

"..."

After finishing the matter that evening, Lachlan Wyatt took Iris Crawford to meet up with Peach and others, a group of them arrived at the base, unexpectedly, there were more people today.

"Did you all return from a mission?"

Iris Crawford set down her bag, walked to a computer, and turned the screen toward the girl who had been staring at it blankly, "This mission took long enough, you were all out for a month, we were bored to death at the base."

"Who knew the boss gave us such a challenging task..." The girl, with shoulder-length short hair, sweet and lovely, said, "Sigh, going undercover in a company to investigate tax evasion evidence, it was too miserable, I really became a corporate slave for a whole month!"

Iris Crawford ruffled her short hair, "Thanks for your hard work, Sarah Shaw."

Sarah Shaw blinked, "How did you do, Birdie? Did you give those cheating scumbags a hard time?"

"Oh yes." Iris Crawford imitated her expression, "I just came back from him today, you should have seen Jordan Jacobs’s gritted teeth face, it was so satisfying."

Noisy sounds came from the side—"Fire all arrows!"

"Dodge!"

"Unbreakable!"

"I’ll unbreak your Unbreakable!"

"Damn you, Patrick Pierce, you shameless bastard!" James Chesterton held his cards, clearly at a critical moment of the game Sanguosha, "Take it back, I won’t let you play this move!"

Patrick Pierce, with a handsome face, laughed just like on TV, bringing star-like brilliance wherever he went, his lips curling up, "What’s wrong, out of Unbreakable cards?"

A silent ice-cold handsome guy on the side threw out a third Unbreakable card.

"I’ll unbreak your Unbreakable, on top of your Unbreakable."

Patrick Pierce’s smug expression collapsed, immediately glaring icily at the ice-cold handsome guy, "Martin Hawthorne, so you were the sparrow behind!"