"How would I know?" Lester settled onto the couch, intrigued. "If both Stanley and Ted find out that Iris is dancing at a bar, who do you think will show up first?""Haha..." Henry laughed. "You're so bad.""Hey, it's all in good fun." Lester raised an eyebrow at Henry. "Let's make a bet. Whoever guesses right wins. The loser pays for all the expenses tonight – what do you say?"Henry swung his hand confidently. "Deal. I'm not afraid of you. I bet... Ted will come first."After all, Ted had confessed his feelings for Iris in front of them not too long ago. With Iris and Stanley now divorced, it seemed the perfect opportunity for him to make a move. If he knew Iris was at the bar alone, he would certainly rush over.Lester shrugged. "Then I'll go with Stanley."Henry whipped out his phone and sent a message, tagging everyone in their small group chat, which consisted of just the four of them. The message was: [I just saw Iris at XX bar].Lester checked his phone, eager to see who
Yvonne, who was next to Iris, naturally heard it too. She couldn't help but remark sarcastically, "Wow, how generous of Stanley Stein."She quickly added with a cold snort, "He's just Iris' ex-husband. Does he really have the right to give permissions? Who does he think he is?"Although Iris had long been aware of Stanley's scummy nature by now, her heart still turned cold."Sister-in-law, come sit here," Lester offered enthusiastically, standing up and gesturing for Iris to take his seat.Iris firmly replied, "Call me by my name from now on."She did not go over. Instead, she chose the corner seat next to Yvonne, who was sitting next to Ted.Henry and Lester settled opposite them."Sorry, force of habit," Lester smiled. "It won't happen again."Henry poured wine for Iris. "Here you go, si... Iris."As the wine filled the glass, he sighed. "Calling you by your name feels weird."Yvonne glanced at them. "You'll get used to it."Leaning back on the sofa with a playful glint in
So, he went to the entrance. He watched Iris getting into a car with Ted. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to Stanley with the message: [Ted's putting in a lot of work. He might actually end up with her.]Stanley, who was still awake, grabbed his phone at the sound of the notification and saw the image of Iris climbing into Ted's car. He sat up in bed, staring intently at the picture. He pulled up Lester's contact but hesitated to call, his pride holding him back. Words eluded him, and annoyance bubbled up – was Iris really accepting Ted's pursuit?He soon dismissed his concerns . Ted was not Iris' type. After he managed to convince himself, he lay back down and drifted into sleep.Meanwhile, Lester waited for Stanley's reply, but none came. He glanced at his phone screen, shaking his head. "I hope you won't regret being so stubborn tonight."He bore witness to Iris and Stanley's seven-year relationship. He knew that Stanley loved Iris just as much
Iris was taken aback. Almost instinctively, she suggested, "I'll treat you to a meal." It was the most common way to express gratitude.Jason responded, "That's not sincere enough."Iris was left speechless. "Then, I'll buy you a gift?" she asked tentatively.Jason nodded, "Save it for now. Give me a big one in the future.""No problem," Iris readily agreed. "The client is waiting in Reception Room 1," Jason informed her calmly. "Okay." Iris exited the office, closed the door behind her and made her way to Reception Room 1. When she pushed the door open, she saw a woman sitting on the couch."Hi," Iris greeted her.The woman stood up, "Hi. Are you Ms. Glover?"Iris walked in with a smile, closed the door, and replied, "Yes, I am." She brought two bottles of water with her, and she handed one to the woman. "Let's sit down and talk.""Okay, sure," the woman said as she settled back down into her seat. "It's like this. The homewrecker sued me for sharing a private video of her
"The problem is, if you don't apologize and she applies for enforcement, you may find yourself unable to board a plane," Iris explained."Really?" the woman said, clearly not realizing it would be that serious. "My work requires frequent travel; that would be a huge issue for me."The woman looked torn and troubled. "So, what should I do?""It's quite simple: just apologize to her," Iris replied.The woman stood up abruptly, "I might as well have not come...""Listen to me," Iris said in a composed tone. "She wants an apology, so you apologize. She wants compensation, so you compensate. This is the court's ruling, and not complying will be very unfavorable for you. But, hear me out."After a moment's hesitation, the woman sat back down on the couch."I'll teach you how to write the apology letter," Iris said."How to write the apology letter?" the woman was puzzled. Wasn’t it just a simple apology letter?Iris continued, "You write something like this: 'I, XXX, formally apolog
From the moment Ted entered, Stanley's gaze never left him.Ted took a seat and asked, "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"Stanley remained silent, merely picking up a glass of water and taking a sip.Looking at Stanley, Lester sighed internally. Stanley had invited everyone to dinner today after he saw the picture of Iris getting into Ted's car yesterday. These two things were clearly related.Stanley probably wanted to know what transpired after Ted drove Iris home.Lester decided to bring it up himself. "Ted, did Iris arrive home safely last night?"Ted leaned back in his chair, responding confidently, "Of course."He then glanced at Stanley, feeling unhappy at the thought of Iris living near Stanley's law firm. Perhaps Iris couldn't move on that easily because they were together for seven years. Did she still have feelings for Stanley?To ease his own discomfort, he stood up, opened a bottle of wine, and poured himself a glass before pouring one for
"Fuck off," Henry shot back, glaring at Lester. "When have I ever gotten worked up over a woman? It's just a fling."Ted, unable to tolerate their banter any longer, stood up. "Excuse me.""Hey, don't go. You haven't eaten anything yet," Lester called after him. "This is just how Henry is, you know that."Ted said, "I'm not staying to listen to this.""Alright, I'll shut up," Henry agreed, also feeling the conversation had become tedious.Buzz...Stanley's phone rang, and he glanced at the screen. It was Fiora. He immediately hung up.Lester gestured at the phone with his chin and asked, "Stanley, are you just appeasing your mother, doing it out of spite, or are you serious?"He paused, then continued, "Fiora Just seems to really like you. How many years has it been? She’s still so devoted to you. Do you think she came back from abroad because she found out about your divorce?"All of them had heard about Fiora's feelings for Stanley.Stanley remained silent. He had indeed ag
Before Iris could see who had approached her, she was enveloped in a big hug. "Thank you, Ms. Glover! I followed your advice, and that woman immediately wanted to settle with me – I don't have to apologize or pay compensation anymore!" the woman exclaimed gratefully.Iris recognized her as the client from earlier in the day. She smiled and replied, "I’m glad I could help.""You gave me such great advice," the woman continued, her joy evident.Iris felt a sense of accomplishment from being able to help her."Can I treat you to a meal as a thank you?" the woman offered earnestly.Iris politely declined, "You really don’t have to. I'm just doing my job, and I'm a little busy right now."The woman shrugged, "Okay then."Iris nodded. The woman started walking away, but she suddenly paused, turned around, and said, "I'll introduce you to other clients.""Thank you, I appreciate that," Iris replied with a smile.After watching the woman leave, Iris adjusted her coat and walked down
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