Henry frequented nightlife venues, so his capacity for alcohol was nothing to be trifled with. He filled Brad's glass with a smile."Cheers." He draped an arm over Brad's shoulder, holding a glass of wine in his other hand.Brad raised his glass, "Cheers."They clinked their glasses and downed the drinks in one go.Henry refilled their glasses, and they drank again.The pouring and drinking continued...Iris sensed something was off by the fourth drink. "Enough, you two, stop drinking." She took the glass from Brad's hand. "That's enough wine for tonight."But Henry hadn't achieved his goal yet. He smiled at Iris and said,. "But Iris, we're having a good time.""No more drinking," Iris said firmly. She knew Henry's limits with alcohol and knew that Brad was probably no match for him. If Brad continued drinking, he would end up drunk, and she could tell that Henry was trying to get him drunk.It was their first meeting, so Iris couldn't understand why Henry was messing with B
Brad sneered, "Iris is an independent woman, so of course I have no right to interfere in her business. And you, as her ex-husband, have no right either."Stanley's gaze darkened. He noticed Brad holding Iris' hand. A cold smile curled his lips. "Let go of her.""Nope!" Brad replied defiantly, tilting his head back.Stanley narrowed his eyes, and the two stood at the brink of conflict, tension thick in the air.Iris patted Brad's shoulder and said, "Don't waste time talking to him; let's go."Turning to face Iris, Brad immediately changed his attitude. He replied with a huge smile, "Okay."He pushed past Stanley, who was blocking the way.Frustration boiled within Stanley. He was fed up with Brad's constant interference and provocation. He felt humiliated.He couldn't stand it anymore!Without a second thought, he turned and kicked Brad.Caught off guard, Brad staggered forward but managed to stay on his feet.Iris was appalled. She did not expect Stanley to attack a kid lik
Iris approached Brad and asked, "Are you okay?"Seeing Stanley leaning against the wall, clearly in pain, Brad couldn't help but smile. "I'm fine," he answered.The ex-husband clearly took a worse hit than he did."Good. Let's go then," Iris said, turning to leave.Yvonne caught up and said, "I'll leave with you guys."Iris gave her silent agreement, while Henry tagged along, insisting, "And me.""Get lost!" Yvonne snapped."Don't be so heartless," Henry persisted.Yvonne blocked his path and told Iris, "Iris, you go ahead."Iris, weary of the situation, acknowledged her with a nod and walked away.She and Brad went to Brad's car. They had both been drinking, so they could only call a buddy driver service.Yvonne looked at Stanley, then back at Henry. With a smirk, she presented Henry with a difficult choice, "I'll give you a choice: either we end it here or you completely cut ties with Stanley Stein. Pick one."Henry asked in disbelief, "Do you really need to be so mercile
Sensing from Stanley's tone that something was wrong, Henry glanced at Stanley through the rearview mirror and was taken aback by his dejected expression.This was the once proud and arrogant Stanley, now at a low point in his life.There were some things that Henry could see clearly as an outsider, but couldn't tell Stanley.Iris had changed. Henry did not think there was any hope of reconciliation.Pointing that out would only hurt Stanley's feelings. However, if he remained silent, Stanley would continue to deceive himself. After a moment of hesitation, Henry finally broke the silence. "You know, Stanley, there are many other good women out there. Why not find someone new? Fiora is a great choice. She loves you. Spending your life with someone who loves you isn't a bad idea...""When did you start becoming so concerned with my love life?" Stanley interrupted impatiently, cutting Henry off before he could finish.Henry pursed his lips in frustration. He was just trying to hel
Before he left the country, he could sense that something was off with Iris. And now, she's not answering his calls. Also, why were she and that young man together at such a late hour?Just as Iris was about to take a shower and go to bed, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she found Brad standing outside."Why are you..."Before she could finish, Brad handed her the phone. "You left this in the car."Iris received it with a smile. "I didn't even notice."Brad did not mention Jason's calls at all. He smiled and said, "Good night."Iris nodded. "Good night."After Brad left, she closed the door and tossed her phone onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. The sound of the shower filled the room.Her phone on the bed once again vibrated. It persisted for a whole minute before the call automatically ended. Jason heard the message, "The person you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."Half an hour later, Iris emerged from the bathroom in
Iris was stunned for two seconds before regaining her composure. "Mr. Just, you're back?" she asked.Jason stared at her, scrutinizing her for a minute. After the long pause, he asked, "Why didn't you answer my calls?"Recalling the missed call, Iris replied honestly, "I was taking a shower."Jason thought back to the timing of the missed calls. They weren't that far apart. She was showering? That brat was in her house when she was showering?"Is that so?" he said, uncertainty creeping into his voice. The situation had never slipped out of his control like this before, which made him feel uneasy.Iris firmly affirmed, "Yes.""Why did you move away?" His deep voice was tinged with suppressed frustration.Iris explained, "The apartment was only a temporary residence. This is my house, so I had to move here sooner or later. It just happened to be during your business trip. Come in."Talking at the doorway wasn't ideal. She stepped aside to make room for him.Jason walked in. He h
Seeing Iris stepping back as well as her guarded expression, Jason's feelings were complicated.Suppressing his emotions, he said, "Go change; I'll wait for you."Iris asked, "Wait for me for what?""If I told you the woman of my dreams has always been you, you might not believe me, so I'll show you the evidence," Jason replied, his tone softening. "Go get changed."Iris hesitated, not moving. Jason was a renowned lawyer, so he knew how to fabricate evidence if he wanted to.She shook her head firmly. "I won't believe any so-called evidence that comes from you. I only believe in myself. From now on, our relationship will be strictly professional. If you don't want me to stay at Golden Path, feel free to dismiss me. I won't complain."With nearly a year of experience at a law firm like Golden Path, finding another job wouldn't be difficult.Jason frowned, displeasure and disappointment etched on his face. "Just like that, you've already formed conclusions about me?"Iris turne
Iris could hardly believe her ears. Her hands grabbed the seatbelt tightly, her expression filled with disbelief. She tried to keep her voice low. "Are you out of your mind? Why did you bring me to your family home? I'm still in my pajamas! I can't get out of the car. Take me back."Jason stood in front of the car door with no intention of moving. "The evidence is here. If I don't bring you here, how can I prove it to you?""Are you kidding me?" Iris rejected the idea of meeting his parents in pajamas, finding it absurd. "If you have any evidence, just tell me directly. Why so mysterious?" She was upset with Jason but didn't want to raise her voice lest she disturbed the occupants of the mansion.Jason stared at her for several seconds. "If I tell you, will you believe me?""I..." she hesitated.His tone softened. "Get down from the car."Iris stared at him, conflicted. "Have you ever thought about how this would make me look? If your parents see me dressed like this, won't the
Brad arrived at Iris' house precisely at ten past seven. Holding the lunchbox, he rang the doorbell. Iris had just woken up, still in her pajamas, and wondered who could possibly be at the door this early. Sometimes, if she weren't driving, Brad would pick her up at around ten to eight. He wouldn't come this early.When she opened the door, she found him dressed in smart casual attire — a suit jacket, trousers, and white sneakers. In the past, he would wear cool attires like casual pants with a hoodie or a leather jacket, but after accompanying Iris to court on formal occasions, he had adapted his wardrobe considerably. Although he still felt uncomfortable in formal wear, he looked much more mature than before."You're here so early?" Iris asked, surprised."When you're busy, you never eat properly," Brad replied, entering without hesitation. He knew the passcode to her house anyway, so he made himself at home. He walked directly to the dining table. "Go freshen up and change yo
"Are you really going to take on that case, by the way?" Brad asked Iris.Iris asked him back, "Why shouldn't I?""This kind of case could go viral online and attract public scrutiny. I'm worried you'll face backlash. Many people these days lack critical thinking and just follow the crowd," Brad expressed.Iris responded firmly, "I'm a lawyer. I just need to fulfill my duties and do my job well. If I have to weigh the pros and cons before taking on every case..." she turned to him, adding, "What would be the point of doing this job?"Brad fell silent for a moment, then conceded, "Yes, you're right. Don't worry, I'll be at your side."Iris poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "I don't need you to be at my side. You need to go independent.""I don't want to," Brad said, sticking close to her, as if afraid of being left behind."What? Are you just going to cling to me?" she asked."Yes, I am," he chuckled."By the way, I need some fruits but I don't have time to go to the superma
Brad was right, Fiora knew that now. Yet her personality made it difficult for her to apologize and admit her mistakes. When Brad tried to take a sip of water, she snatched the glass from him.Brad looked at her, speechless. Fiora lifted her chin defiantly. "Whether he cares about me or not is none of your business."Brad wanted to ask her if her head had been kicked by a donkey. Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you."Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze."My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is
Iris said, "Just shut up and order."Brad obediently picked up the menu.Fiora watched the exchange, somewhat shocked at how readily Brad complied with Iris' command.Before this, she and Brad had looked down on each other, and their mutual disdain was evident. She had always thought Brad was too wild and could not be easily controlled, yet here he was, completely under Iris' command. She wondered how Iris had managed to subdue such a wilful young man, especially given Brad's less-than-ideal character.Having spent considerable time with Iris, Brad knew her preferences in food. He ordered the dishes he knew she liked, along with some of his own favorites, before turning to Fiora. "What would you like?""Anything," Fiora replied, prompting Brad to place a random order for her.While they waited for the food, Fiora broached the topic that lingered between them. "About what happened before...""Let's not dwell on the past," Iris interjected. To her, an apology from Fiora held littl
Iris didn't stop. She felt that they weren't acquainted so there was nothing to talk about.Fiora chased after her, tugging on Brad's arm as she ran past him. "Help me out."Brad thus followed behind her, saying, "If she doesn't want to talk to you, don't force her..."Fiora shot him an annoyed glare. Brad was speechless. Why did she glare at him? She was still the same spoiled brat."Wait, I'm not here to be your enemy," Fiora called as she caught up with Iris.Iris had to cross the street, but the continuous flow of traffic forced her to stop, giving Fiora a chance to catch up to her."I just want to apologize," Fiora said.Iris turned back in surprise. Those unexpected words caught her off guard. She did not expect it from Fiora at all.Why would Fiora suddenly apologize to her?"I know Stanley's married now. He married that evil woman," Fiora continued.Learning that Stanley had married Wendy had changed Fiora's opinion of Iris, but it wasn't until last night that she t
When Iris opened the door, she was shocked to see that it was Samuel. "What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.Samuel replied, "Mr. Just is not in the country. He asked me to check on you. Do you need anything?"Jason had seen Iris' message, but she had deleted it before he could listen to it. Concerned about her, had sent Samuel to check if everything was alright since he was abroad.Iris tightened her grip on the doorknob. Something stirred in the bottom of her heart. She tried to sound calm as she said, "I'm fine.""I'll be in the country all month. If you need anything, feel free to call me," Samuel said, handing her his business card. "Here's my contact."Iris hesitated for a moment before taking it."Are you sure you're fine?" Samuel asked, noticing her pale complexion.Though Iris had forgotten about her stomach pain because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, her complexion gave away her condition. She forced a nod. "I'm fine. Really."Samuel studied her for a
Iris walked out of the shop with the cake in hand. When she spotted Renee, she ignored her.Renee finally recognized the qualities Iris possessed when she compared Iris to Wendy — Iris was cultured, well-mannered, polite and respected her elders."Iris," Renee called out involuntarily.Iris merely looked back for a second before getting into her car.Renee stood frozen in a daze. If Iris were still her daughter-in-law, she mused, she wouldn't have to endure this humiliation. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Wendy. She perceived Wendy as a devil. Wendy was the most evil person she had ever seen! She couldn't imagine how a person could be that evil.Yet, Renee never considered her own flaws while judging others.Renee's unexpected appearance did not make Iris feel anything. She entered a restaurant's private room with the cake. The private room was filled with Brad's friends. They were playfully teasing him, saying, "You don't race with us anymore. You barely even ha
Wendy stood up and gestured to the various luxury items she had purchased, sprawled across the couch. "Bring them up for me," she commanded, treating Renee like a servant."In your dreams!" Renee yelled back defiantly.Wendy leaned casually against the staircase railing, her expression filled with contempt. Cold and calculating, she resembled a predator, no trace of weakness remaining."Don't waste your breath with empty threats. You can't do anything to me. If anything happens to me, that video of you murdering someone will land in the police's hands. That boy will also receive a copy. When he learns who killed his mother after he grows up, there's no way he'll spare you. He'll send the Stein family into chaos. The video will also be leaked to the media, exposing your crime to the world. It'll become a scandal for the Stein family, and the family business' stocks will plummet as a result. And your dear husband, the person you care about the most? When he finds out that his lover di
Iris was in no mood to talk. Yvonne shook her gently, asking, "Do you want me to take you out to relax?""Not interested," Iris replied, looking visibly exhausted.When the takeout arrived, she only picked at her food, taking just a few bites before losing interest.It wasn't that the food wasn't tasty; she simply had no appetite.Yvonne received a phone call. She asked Iris if she wanted to join her. Iris declined."Then I'll see you next time," Yvonne said while getting up."Mmh," Iris responded absentmindedly.After Yvonne left, Iris packed up the food and decided to go to bed early.The day of the trial arrived as scheduled. Despite her best efforts, the trial proved challenging, and the outcome was not what she had hoped for. The client commented, "Honestly, it's better than what I expected. There's a big difference between five years and ten years. I'll reform well, show good behavior, and try to get released early."Iris remained silent. The outcome wasn't satisfactor