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
Iris walked over and sat down across from Mike."What's the matter?" she asked, going straight to the point.Mike was three years younger than Yvonne. Yvonne said she liked that because young men have stronger hips.Mike was handsome and had a boyish charm. Yvonne had spent a lot of money on him."There's nothing between me and that girl, I swear. She likes me and confessed to me, but I didn’t accept her. Yvonne thinks I'm cheating on her..." Mike explained.At this point, Iris felt no desire to hear more. Having experienced betrayal herself, she could not tolerate unfaithful men. She trusted Yvonne's judgment and knew she wouldn’t have ended the relationship without solid evidence."You don’t have to explain to me," she said coldly, her tone devoid of warmth.Mike pressed his lips together. "I know it’s none of your concern, but Yvonne refuses to see me or listen to me. You’re her best friend; can you help me talk to her?"Iris replied firmly, "No."She would not interfere in
Vince smiled, "I am."Iris said, "You've married a good woman."Kendra said while holding her grandson, "What about you, Iris? I heard from your mother that you broke up with your boyfriend. Why? Men like him are rare. I can't believe you actually broke up with him. Let me tell you, if you miss out on him, you won't find anyone as good in the future. I used to think Stanley was handsome, but Jason's even better-looking. Don't be stupid. Since you met someone good, you should hold onto him tightly and never let go. Don't break up with him so easily." The smile on Iris' face instantly faded.Vince noticed her change in demeanor and immediately spoke sternly to his mother, "Mom, she's an adult; she knows what she's doing. There's no need for you to interfere.""I'm just worried about Iris," Kendra replied, "You've met him before, right? Tell me, do you think Iris can find someone better than him?"Vince fell silent. Even he recognized Jason's qualities were impressive.Although Ja
However, she wasn't hungry. The only thing she felt was uneasy."Don't tell me you haven't had dinner yet?" Jason asked."I have," she lied, trying to keep her tone casual. After some hesitation, she asked, "Are things going well on your end?""I'll personally send Fiora there. The flight's tomorrow," he replied."How many days will you be gone for?""Three or four days."There was a moment of silence before Iris asked, "Is it okay if I don't see you off?"If she did, she would inevitably meet Fiora.Fiora was still unaware of her relationship with Jason. If she found out, it would surely complicate matters.It wasn't the right time to let her know."Of course.""Is there anything else?" she asked."...No. Good night.""You too, good night."After hanging up, Iris curled up on the couch, feeling vulnerable. Her eyes kept darting towards the door, fearing an unexpected intrusion. She didn't think she could fall asleep.Determined to take precautions, she ordered a surveil
When she bent down to move it aside, she saw a folder inside with her name written on it, which puzzled her.She became wary. Someone had placed this box at the door knowing this was where she lived. This was no mere coincidence. Who could it be?After ensuring there was nothing dangerous inside the box, she retrieved the folder and set the cardboard box aside. Entering her house with the folder in hand, she dropped her car keys and bag before quickly opening it. There was a stack of photos inside, all pictures of her — when she left the house for work in the morning, when she reached the law firm, when she went out for lunch, and when she walked to her car in the underground parking lot after work.Panic set in as she realized these photos were secretly taken by someone who was following her. Her heart raced. Someone had been tracking her and documenting her movements. What was the intention of leaving these photos at her doorstep? Was it a threat? An intimidation tactic? She
Iris turned to her, surprised."You don't seem too happy," she teased. "Rather than getting married, it looks more like you're going to attend a funeral.""Is marriage something to be happy about? Aren't you a cautionary tale?" Yvonne shot back.Iris was speechless.She was indeed a textbook cautionary tale.Yvonne poured herself another glass. "Marriage isn't something to be happy about. I'm just fulfilling my parents' wishes."In the past, she just wanted to have fun and didn't want to get married. When her parents urged her to get married, her grandfather defended her.Now that her grandfather had fallen ill and was not in good health, he also wanted to see her get married.She could ignore her parents, but for her grandfather's sake, she had to get married.Iris sighed. "I'm sorry for being a bad example. You're not me. Most marriages don't end like mine. Most people do well."Yvonne smiled. "Are you trying to comfort me?""Kind of," Iris admitted."I'm very rational. I
She only realized that when she checked her phone at the end of the workday. Brad had called multiple times, but she merely glanced at the notifications without replying. There were also missed calls from Yvonne, who asked to meet up that evening.Iris messaged back, asking: [What time? Where?][Star Coast.][Got it.]Iris went to the underground parking lot. She took the stairs as the elevator was under maintenance. The maintenance was scheduled to be performed after work hours when there were fewer people.Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairway, clattering loudly as emergency lights flickered on.A person in a black windbreaker, baseball cap, and face mask entered the stairway. Their head was bowed low, with half their face scrunched up inside their collar, obscuring their expression.Iris found her car, opened the door, and got in. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched her intently from the shadows.The person's tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins o
Iris kept quiet and didn't say anything. She felt a pang of regret over the waste since those things cost money. He could have just given them away instead of throwing them away. However, she couldn't help but find his jealousy endearing. She couldn't believe a successful man like him would get so jealous."Let me help you," she offered. She closed the fridge and moved into the kitchen to help him serve the breakfast that Samuel bought."What time did you wake up?" she asked."Before seven," he answered.Iris glanced at the time; it was already past eight.Just then, her phone in the bedroom rang.She got up to answer it and saw it was Brad calling. She hesitated before answering."What time are you coming to visit me, Iris?" Brad asked, sounding forlorn."I have to go to the law firm. I haven't been there for two days. I can't put the case off anymore," she explained, politely declining.Though it was true she had to deal with the case, she could actually spare a couple of ho
Jason simply smiled without saying a word, leaving Iris feeling as though she had been unwittingly tricked. He seemed like an easy-going person, but there was an innate confidence and control about him that set him apart from others."You have a hidden agenda, don't you?" she asked."Once you finish the case in Southerland, I'd like to transfer you overseas," he replied.As for Brad Vassell, he would continue to stay at the law firm.The two would naturally be separated.Iris sat up straight, alarmed. "What did you say?"She was not going to sacrifice her career for a man! Their relationship wasn't at a stage where such sacrifices were warranted. Actually, no matter how much she ended up loving him, she would not sacrifice her career for him. She had already learned her lesson."With your skills, limiting yourself to marriage cases is a waste. Don't you want to tackle international cases?" He spoke casually, but his words were full of temptation.Iris was aware that Jason had
"I'll explain to her." Jason bent down, lifted Iris up and carried her to the bedroom.Iris, feeling sad, buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry," she mumbled."It's not your fault. You didn't know she would be there." When Jason opened the bedroom door, the light passed over his face, illuminating the fleeting hint of danger in his eyes. "When you went to the Vassell family mansion, what did they say to you?""They just thanked me for mentoring Brad..." At that moment, Iris felt something was off. A family like the Vassells wouldn't need to invite her to their house for something so trivial. But if it wasn't to express their gratitude, why would they invite her? She wasn't close to them, and their statuses were vastly different."What was their intention?" she asked, looking up at him.All she saw was his firm jaw.Jason answered, "They had their reasons."He didn't blame Iris for easily accepting Brad's invitation; she wasn't part of their circle and naturally didn't know the
Iris was unbothered by Yvonne's antics; she would be more surprised if Yvonne didn't say something inappropriate.Yvonne closed the door with a smile. To be honest, she was genuinely happy for Iris, pleased to see her stepping out of her shell. She didn't care if Iris got together with Brad or Jason. She was happy as long as Iris could emerge from the shadows of her failed marriage without losing her confidence in men and still being open to love. After all, they say once bitten, twice shy. Yvonne feared that Iris might lose her ability to love someone after experiencing Stanley's betrayal.Iris approached the dining table, eyeing the fried chicken and beer. "We have dinner now.""Junk food," Jason remarked, glancing at it before pulling out his phone to make a call.Iris interjected, "Don't. It's fine to have junk food once in a while; it's not like we eat this every day. It would be a waste to throw it away."She opened the paper bag, retrieved the fried chicken, and set out gla