Therefore, when Yvonne came to see him, he proposed, "If you can help me find out if Jason has any interest in Iris, I’ll convince your parents not to arrange any blind dates for you for a year."Yvonne immediately agreed.She then encouraged Ted to confess to Iris in a high-profile manner to provoke a reaction from Jason. If Jason liked Iris, he would surely be angry; if not, he wouldn’t care at all. Earlier, Ted said that Jason was angry. That indicated Jason had feelings for Iris.“Okay; I’ll give your parents a call,” the old man said, sitting comfortably in his rocking chair, swaying leisurely despite having just lost a chess match.Yvonne sensed there was more to it than her grandfather let on. Crouching beside the rocking chair like a curious gossip, she asked, “Grandpa, what made you suspect Jason might have feelings for Iris?”Professor Sandler looked at her and chuckled softly. “You know nothing.”The reason he had shown Jason a photo of Iris and tried to match them u
"Mr. Just, are you... are you running a fever?" Iris asked, puzzled. She still could not comprehend why he was so angry.If it wasn’t a fever causing him to act irrationally, why would he say something so weird? It almost sounded like he was upset about other men pursuing her."What are you talking about?" Jason asked, baffled.Iris was trying not to get fired, so she said humbly, "N-nothing. I'm just concerned about your health."Jason's gaze was intense and inscrutable. "For Professor Sandler's sake, I'll give you another chance," he gave a grand excuse even though he clearly knew he wouldn’t fire her.Grateful, Iris quickly nodded. "I’ll do a good job. I promise it won't happen again.""Go back to work," he said, waving her off.As she turned to leave, Jason called out, "Wait."Iris paused with her hand on the doorknob. She turned back with a smile, eager to please. "What can I do for you, Mr. Just?""Do you like the man who gave you flowers today?"Iris was caught off gua
The woman had provided a video and audio recording. Based on the video and audio, it appeared that he did force himself on her."Please describe in detail what happened that day," Iris urged. She couldn't find any breakthroughs from the case file, so she was hoping to do so from the man's testimony.After organizing his thoughts, the man began recounting the events of that day carefully. Iris listened intently and noted that his account closely matched the details in the case file."Is this friend of yours very close to you?" Iris asked.The man nodded, saying, "We've been friends for over a decade."He then added, "Our families also know each other; he wouldn't set me up. Please, you must help me. I don't want anyone to know about this, and I can't afford to go to prison."Iris scrutinized him. He was dressed in a designer suit. Stanley also had suits of this brand, so Iris knew that it was worth at least thirty thousand, and his watch was likely worth over a hundred thousand. H
The receptionist's eyes immediately widened in shock.Mr. Just is dating his assistant?Jason neither confirmed nor denied her statement. He pursed his lips, thinking."Oh, let me treat you to a meal," Cassie said, grabbing Jason’s arm, as if to keep him from escaping. He allowed her to pull him along.She led him to a table outside a nearby café. "Tell me, how far along have you and my daughter progressed?" Cassie inquired, then quickly added, "Wait, you haven’t had lunch yet, have you? I made these sushi myself. Try it."She opened the lunchbox, revealing beautifully arranged sushi, crafted with care to please the eye and palate. She handed him a pair of chopsticks."Thank you, Mrs. Glover," Jason said with a smile as he accepted them."Oh, you’re welcome, you’re welcome," Cassie beamed, forgetting all about her daughter as she watched Jason enjoy the food.Jason picked up a piece of sushi and took a bite. It was delicious. Iris must have inherited her culinary skills from
After sitting down, Iris opened the meal box to discover food from a high-end restaurant across the street. That puzzled her. Since when had her mother become so generous?Jason handed her a bottle of water. "What’s wrong? Is the case not going smoothly?"Even a luxurious takeaway couldn't stimulate her appetite. "Yeah, I can’t find any defensible points," she admitted.Jason leaned back on the sofa, casually reclining. There was a softness in his demeanor, but his eyes held a serious focus. "Don't trap yourself in a box."He knew Iris was smart, but she lacked practical experience. Once she had spent a few more years in this field, she would definitely become a good lawyer. After she had encountered enough shady characters, she would know where the suspicions lay in a case like this.Iris frowned, not quite understanding. "What do you mean?""Eat first," Jason suggested."This case is really important to me because you said if I handle it well, I'll get a permanent position. Bu
Iris decided it wouldn't hurt. A drink might help her sleep well, clear her mind, and perhaps provide some clarity on the case the next day.As they made their way through a bottle of high-end wine, both she and Jason began to feel tipsy, with Iris experiencing a slight dizziness from the alcohol.Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open, and a couple stumbled in, clearly intoxicated.There were only Iris and Jason in the dimly lit room. There was no singing, no hostesses, and no games, so it was quiet inside.Therefore, the man and woman who barged in thought the room was empty. They had come inside to have sex.Their passionate kisses were intense, consuming all rational thoughts as they searched for solace in one another. They began taking off each other's clothes.The man touched the woman’s chest, saying, "Babe, they're so big and soft…"The woman, wearing a purple strapless dress with disheveled dark hair, coyly responded, "Be gentle…"The man chuckled, "I'm not
His sexy Adam's apple, tinged with a deep red, moved up and down a few times. Once he had calmed down, he draped her arm around his neck and lifted her into a bridal carry, one arm wrapped around her back and the other under her legs. Outside the club, he instructed the doorman to call a driver for them.While they waited, two cars pulled up: Henry and Lester emerged from one, while Stanley exited the other.Lester spotted Iris in Jason's embrace and exclaimed, "Holy crap!" Henry, annoyed, shot him a look. "Stop screaming! Did you see a ghost or something?""No! Look!" Lester pointed towards the entrance.Henry squinted. "Is that man holding Iris?""Who else could it be?" Lester’s eyes widened. "Who is that man?"Henry thought he looked familiar. "I think that's the young master of the Just family."Lester’s eyes grew larger. "Iris knows a man from the Just family?"Henry shook his head. He had no idea."How will Stanley react when he sees them?" Lester glanced at Stanley, w
"N-Nothing, I didn't say anything, haha..." Henry laughed, pulling Lester along to keep pace with Stanley.Lester asked, "What's wrong, Stanley? You seem to be in a bad mood."The corner of Stanley's lips tugged in annoyance. "I'm being jinxed." After his divorce, he realized he still cared deeply for Iris. Seeing the house they had shared for four years be destroyed by her left his heart in turmoil. He wanted to win her back, but Iris had firmly refused to give him a chance. The memory of her indifferent face, having lost all hope in him, made his heart ache."Today, no one's leaving sober," he declared, tugging at Lester's collar.Lester could guess that Iris must have something to do with his bad mood. He sighed. "Henry, you're not young anymore. You should settle down if you meet someone you like and cherish her. Don't wait until you lose her, because you're gonna regret it."Henry stared at him incredulously. "Are you out of your mind? Aren't you the king of nightlife, Lest
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