He turned around and walked back into the building.Renee smiled. "Okay, I'll make the arrangements." Fiora Just was still unmarried. Perhaps she was still waiting for Stanley.Cassie did not dare to say a word. She followed Iris silently.Iris just kept walking without a clear direction."Iris," Cassie cautiously tugged at her daughter's sleeve."What?!" Iris snapped, startling her mother.Today, Cassie had realized the truth: her daughter had not had an easy life in the Stein family. She didn't know Iris had had to endure so much hardship. Iris was her only child. Of course her heart would ache for her daughter."Maybe we're just destined to be poor. Whatever. So be it. I won't complain anymore, so cheer up," Cassie said.Iris suddenly stopped and turned to face her mother.Feeling guilty, Cassie added, "It's all my fault. I was blinded by greed...""Mom." Iris hugged her mother tightly as tears streamed down her face.She couldn't hold it in any longer."You've had i
It was so brief that Iris wondered if she was seeing things."Come with me," Jason said."Where are we going?" she asked."Just do as your boss says and stop asking so many questions," he replied, moving forward. Iris jogged to keep pace with him."Mr. Just, I have a request," she said."Go ahead," he said, still walking briskly."Can you slow down a little?" she asked.Jason stopped and turned to look at her. His gaze slowly dropped down to her legs. "Oh, I see. It's because you have short legs," he remarked seriously.Iris was speechless. She was considered tall among women, with a figure comparable to a model's. How were her legs short?Jason resumed walking, but at a slower pace, allowing her to keep up without jogging. The person Jason took Iris to meet was a very important figure. Iris had no idea who the person was, but she came to that conclusion based on the meeting place and the content of their conversation.They were discussing a rather complex international cas
Iris was speechless. She stepped back and nodded towards Jason. Once the elevator doors closed, she adjusted her coat. The underground parking lot was chilly, perhaps because it was such a huge space.Tucking her head down, she walked towards the exit.It was even colder upstairs.She returned to the law firm. She heard the law firm had a whole floor filled with rare books, some of which could not be found anywhere else. She planned to do some reading. Time flew by quickly during her study session, and before she knew it, it was already dark outside. The lights in the room flickered on automatically.Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw it was Yvonne calling, so she answered it immediately."Come out, I'll buy you dinner," Yvonne said."Wow, someone's feeling generous today," Iris teased."Of course! Isn't that what bosses do?"Iris laughed, enjoying the banter."What's the location?""Number thirty-two, Beige Road.""Alright," Iris replied, glancing
Ted knew that, even though Yvonne was helping him, her real intention was to anger Stanley.However, Ted was more focused on Iris' feelings than Yvonne's motives. With hopeful eyes, he turned to Iris."Iris, please give me a chance," he implored. "I'll never hurt you like Stanley did. I would give my life for you."In the past, such heartfelt words would have moved Iris to tears. But after the heartbreak she experienced, she would not trust a man that easily anymore. Even if it meant hurting Ted, she had to be honest. "Ted, I've just divorced, and you know the reason for the divorce. I can't do it. I'm sorry."Ted's lips tightened, and his brow furrowed. "Perhaps I was too hasty. I've been waiting for this chance for so long that I failed to consider your feelings. I'll give you some time, so please don't reject me just yet."Yvonne nudged Iris playfully. "If he can transition to another relationship right away, why should you hesitate?"Iris shot back coldly, "He's a dog. Am I a
Iris was speechless. Why did she feel like she was being used like a pawn?Ted seemed to understand what she was thinking. "I'm the one who's being used," Ted said."Ted..." Iris said, feeling embarrassed."But it's okay, I do it willingly," Ted declared, making his thoughts clear.Sighing, Iris said, "You will always be my good friend." It was a polite way of expressing her rejection.The words dimmed Ted's expressions.From the other side of the road, Stanley watched as Iris climbed into Ted's car. Yvonne gave Stanley a middle finger. Stanley frowned but chose to ignore her.Instead, he opened the car door for Fiora, who climbed in without hesitation. He only entered his own vehicle once Ted's car had driven away.Stanley's expression was cold and heavy. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging as he tried to suppress his frustration.Fiora noticed his abnormality. "Um, are you really okay?""I'm fine," he replied, adjusting his ex
Ted's silence all but confirmed it. Stanley felt his mood lift. He smirked. "Let me buy you a drink.""Not interested," Ted rejected the invitation.Stanley continued, "If you want to pursue her, go ahead. We're divorced, so you have every right to try. I don't know if you'll succeed though." His last words dripped with confidence, as he believed Iris had rejected Ted because she still loved him.All his frustration had faded away. "I may have gone too far that day," he admitted, his tone softening. Ted was not an unreasonable person. They had been close friends for years."You're the one who said I could pursue her. Don't you regret it," Ted said.It was indeed inappropriate for him to be in love with someone else's wife before this. He could overlook what happened that day, but he wanted to gauge Stanley's current stance."Go ahead," Stanley reiterated.Satisfied, Ted responded, "We'll put what happened that day behind us. Let's go." He opened the car door and climbed in.T
On the day Iris Glover was prosecuted in court by her husband, it was snowing heavily.From their courtship to their marriage, they had been together for seven years. She had always believed in his love for her; they were happy together. However, everything changed when he personally prosecuted her in court because of an accusation made by Wendy Rain.During the trial, the judge stated the case: "On November 23rd, during a drunk driving checkpoint on Westfield Road, a prohibited substance was discovered in the vehicle driven by the defendant, Ms. Iris Glover. We are here today to address these charges.""Prosecutor, please present your statement."Stanley Stein stood tall in a black suit, exuding seriousness. When he looked at his wife, there was only disappointment and indifference in his eyes. "On November 23rd, Ms. Glover drove a white car, license plate V8861, in which five grams of prohibited substance was found. Ms. Glover claims Ms. Wendy Rain had called her to pick up her i
Iris turned to Stanley.It turned out that the word divorce was not as difficult to utter as she had imagined."I won't divorce you; you know that very well," Stanley replied, his expression cold."As a lawyer, you know very well that if I was pronounced guilty, I would have gone to prison...""In light of the evidence, I had no choice...""No, you chose to believe Wendy over me," Iris pinpointed the issue. He did not believe her. Perhaps, in his heart, Wendy was more important, so he hoped Iris would be the one to go to prison rather than Wendy."Let's just go home," he said, walking down the steps.Iris adjusted her coat against the biting wind as she followed him toward the car, the chill cutting across her face.Inside the car, silence enveloped them, almost suffocating in its weight.Upon arriving home, Stanley did not get out of the car. After Iris stepped out, he simply drove away.She watched him leave without saying a word. He must be worried about Wendy's impe