CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: THE MOVIE KING LIKES THE POST— IRIS CRAWFORD GOES VIRAL!

Patrick Pierce naturally knew Iris Crawford’s true capabilities, but the rest of the people in the studio really weren’t aware of Iris Crawford’s background.

Seeing her fiery and straightforward personality, they thought she was just a fearless rookie, each looking at Iris Crawford with incredibly worried eyes, "Miss Crawford, you might have a tough time ahead..."

Iris Crawford tossed her hair, her long black hair well maintained and shining under the lights, she said nonchalantly, "Life is boring if it’s too smooth, a bit of hardship is good."

"..."

Not only that, but after the shoot, Iris Crawford went on to register a new Weibo account, and blatantly changed her Weibo name to—

The Movie King’s Female Driver.

After registering on Weibo, she said, "Patrick Pierce, follow me."

At this moment, Patrick Pierce was walking with her against the night breeze out of the studio, saying goodbye to the staff, and the kind photographer even draped a coat over Iris Crawford.

Meaning, it’s cold at night.

Iris Crawford glanced at Patrick Pierce. Wasn’t there a man right here? It’s quite embarrassing to take a stranger’s coat.

Patrick Pierce tightened his small coat even more and said, "No way."

"..." Not the slightest bit gentlemanly!

Iris Crawford thanked and took the photographer’s coat, leaving a phone number in passing. After wrapping up a day of work with Patrick Pierce, she swore as she got in the car, pulling out her phone and taking a look, "What the hell?!"

Just minutes after asking Patrick Pierce to follow her, within minutes of getting in the car, her Weibo had exploded!!!

Countless private messages poured in, many IDs featuring refined photos of Patrick Pierce, the colorful display was jaw-dropping for Iris Crawford.

While starting the car, she tossed her phone to Patrick Pierce for him to see for himself, "What’s going on?"

The second after she was followed by Patrick Pierce, she was bombarded by his fans, as Patrick Pierce took Iris Crawford’s phone, the car was already revved up, and under the roar of the engine, Iris Crawford’s cool and stunning face had an incredible allure.

When she drove the sports car, she wasn’t like a driver at all.

Rather, she seemed to be taming the beast; the sports car was submitting to her.

However, the username was quite funny.

Patrick Pierce discovered the fans’ private messages were all inquiring about her relationship with him, as Iris Crawford’s account was brand new, with not a single selfie, just a gender marked as female.

However, just being female was enough to arouse everyone’s curiosity.

"Who are you, why would our Baby Pierce follow you?"

"New girlfriend? Or a new driver?"

"Why pick a female driver, women can’t drive well."

"Lady, who are you, making Patrick Pierce follow you overnight, aren’t you some scheming sister-in-law trying to usurp the throne?"

"Bitch."

Reading a glance at the fan messages, a rebellious sentiment made Patrick Pierce sneer.

Why do these fans always act so compliant in front of him, yet turn vicious towards anyone connected to him?

Under the tide, he felt like a puppet, serving as an outlet for their emotions, and whenever something went awry, it would all be pinned back on Patrick Pierce.

"You’re getting more insults." Patrick Pierce said honestly after glancing at Iris Crawford driving, "Not many are polite. Like finding gold in the muck."

"Are your fans really that terrifying?" Iris Crawford marveled, "I see them leaving rave reviews for you at major film festivals, very courteous, and on super topics, it’s all admiration."

"Unexpected, right?"

Patrick Pierce laughed especially joyfully, "That’s the magic of fans, I used to feel having fans who love me was a blessing, but later I discovered they present a peaceful, joyous front under my Weibo, only to turn shockingly venomous on others’ Weibo, the dichotomy so strong it felt like I never really knew these fans."

Self-taught, they go into battle for him, categorizing others as adversaries, on high alert.

Does loving someone give rise to such strong malice?

"Later I came to understand, isn’t the relationship between celebrities and fans this way too?" Patrick Pierce posed with his phone, "Everyone’s made a deity through capital manipulation, rarely does anyone keep rational perspective, everyone has both sides, yet in their eyes, I must be perfect."

To be honest, Patrick Pierce also likes beautiful women, likes both provocative and wild ones and pure, kind, gentle ones, these are mere shades of desire given to people, not infringing on anything, yet not allowed to be shown like this.

From the moment he gained flesh and bone, he was no longer a "god."

They all thought they knew each other best, thought they were each other’s everything, yet unbeknownst to them, the real expressions behind each other’s masks were all revolting.

"You chose this yourself."

Iris Crawford glanced coolly at Patrick Pierce, "You can quit the circle if you don’t want to do it. Since you hate the blind, deified followers, don’t rely on them to make a living."

Hearing Iris Crawford’s indifferent statement, Patrick Pierce was first taken aback, then smiled, "Some things can’t just be set down on a whim."

This voice makes one feel despairing.

Now it was Iris Crawford’s turn to be surprised, "What have you experienced?"

Patrick Pierce looked up at Iris Crawford, used the front camera to take a picture of himself sitting in the passenger seat next to her, with half of Iris’s face in the frame. He took Iris’s phone and directly uploaded this photo to her account.

"Before becoming a ’god.’ " At the moment of clicking confirm, Patrick’s voice suddenly lowered, with a sinister hatred on his enchanting face, "We are all ants."

At four in the morning, the Weibo account "The Emperor’s Female Driver" posted a photo, a selfie with the superstar actor Patrick Pierce, and Patrick himself even liked it.

In an instant, the entire entertainment industry and fan circles exploded!!!!!!

Iris Crawford’s Weibo account nearly crashed as soon as it was registered, with comments surpassing ten thousand in just half an hour. Countless fans were pounding the ground and crying, who on earth is this woman!

Sharp-eyed people also noticed that Iris was driving a LaFerrari. Everyone speculated that Patrick had bought a Ferrari for Iris.

And Iris Crawford’s Weibo name seemed like a provocation to fans, self-deprecating yet boastful, arousing the fans’ hostility.

Lachlan Wyatt got wind of it quickly, even Orion Crawford was blowing up his phone, "Aren’t you cohabiting with my sister! How come in the blink of an eye she’s in another man’s car!"

Lachlan nearly choked on his cigarette, "That’s my car!"

"Oh, your car." Orion sounded even more off, "Then why is there another man in the car! Which celebrity is this guy? Is he impressive?"

"Pretty impressive, an actor king."

"..." Orion examined Patrick Pierce’s photo carefully, fuming, said to Lachlan, "This guy’s neither man nor woman, won’t do!"

In this world, only Orion, the eldest son of the Crawford family, would dare say Patrick is neither male nor female. He’s even more rabid than Patrick’s fangirls, considering anyone trying to date Iris as an enemy.

Lachlan grinned, deliberately making a sarcastic remark, "Can’t help it, Iris might be over her old love, Orion. Sigh~ no longer favored."

"How can you be so useless!" Orion, so anxious his lips developed ulcers, speaking caused painful tugs, covered his cheek as he groaned from pain and said, "You idiot, if my sister goes for this one, she’d be better off with you. Hurry and win her back."

Idiot, what kind of nickname is that?

Just then, the sound of a car engine shutting off came from outside the villa. Lachlan squinted his eyes, his voice somewhat obscure, "Looks like your sister’s back."

"Give her a good brainwashing." Orion figured the enemy of my enemy is my friend, said to Lachlan, "If you can bring my sister back, I won’t stop the two of you."

Better to be fooled by his brother than an outsider.

As soon as the call ended, Iris pushed open the door, and the living room lights suddenly turned on.

Startling Iris, she shrank her neck and glanced at the man sitting in the middle of the sofa, his sharp and profound features. Even after sending Patrick Pierce home, she was still awed by Lachlan Wyatt’s looks.

How can someone be so handsome?

Iris felt a toothache from jealousy, asked, "Why aren’t you sleeping, Young Master Wyatt?"

Lachlan chuckled, "Catching cheaters."

Iris’s face turned white, "How could it be, I just came back after dropping Patrick off. When did you get back from the base?"

Lachlan said, "Can’t believe it, I walked home while you went to drop Patrick off."

"..." Usually, she drove Lachlan around.

Iris felt a pang in her heart, quickly put on a smiling face, walked straight up to Lachlan, sat on his lap, twisted her waist, and said, "My fault... I’m sorry."

Her words of apology had no credibility, as she was just trying to settle things quickly, with no genuine sense of regret inside.

Lachlan pinched Iris’s waist so hard it hurt.

Iris said, "What do you want to do?"

"If you let another man sit in my car again," Lachlan laughed in anger, "I’ll shatter you, believe it or not."

Iris felt a chill in her chest, "Shatter, how shattered..."

"To ashes level."

Lachlan extended his hand, "Give me the phone."

Reluctantly, Iris handed over the phone, "For what?"

"To check the Weibo comments." Lachlan sneered, "You’re really something, letting Patrick publicly like your post, don’t you know celebrities don’t usually reveal private matters?"

"I helped him a great deal today, he should show me some respect." Iris explained everything, sitting on Lachlan’s lap, not feeling anything unusual, leaned over to look at comments with him and read out loud—

"Baby Pierce yyds, so handsome, but who is this woman?"

"Baby?" Lachlan snorted, "What baby, like little bastard baby?"

"..."