Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 155: Did Something Happen Between You and Dante?

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Did Something Happen Between You and Dante?

Evelyn Rowan never expected anyone to confront her like this. She looked up at Iris Crawford on the second floor, who was gazing down at her, eyes full of composure, without a hint of disdain.

This composure made Evelyn Rowan feel like she suddenly lost a notch.

Here she was, tense and on edge, yet in Iris’s eyes, it was all so calm and serene.

"You..."

Evelyn knew she couldn’t back down at this moment. She was Lachlan Wyatt’s childhood friend, they grew up together. How could she lose to this woman who had only been around Lachlan for a few years?

So Evelyn raised her chin slightly, "Nice to meet you, I’m Evelyn Rowan."

"Eldest Miss Rowan, pleasure to meet you, pleasure."

Iris Crawford saluted like a man, "I’m Iris Crawford. You’ve traveled a long way here late at night; why not stay at The Royal Palace?"

The way she said it, The Royal Palace seemed like her own place, as if she were the hostess.

Evelyn Rowan sneered, "Thanks for your concern, but Lachlan will arrange where I stay."

Lachlan abruptly interjected, "How is that my problem?"

"..." Evelyn was taken aback by Lachlan’s attitude, feeling somewhat aggrieved. After a moment, she waved her hand, "Lachlan, come here! You’re my fiancé, we agreed on this when we were kids!"

Lachlan stood there, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he walked down and said, "I’ll arrange a room for you outside..."

"I want to stay in The Royal Palace!"

Being familiar with people from The Royal Family, Evelyn spoke without reservation, "There are so many guest rooms in The Royal Palace, I want to stay here!"

What’s so special about The Royal Palace? Iris pondered inwardly, wanting to escape, while so many others would break their necks to get in.

However, considering Evelyn’s status, even Dante came down, "Alright, I’ll have Raymond arrange it for you."

Evelyn continued to look upward, noting what they were snacking on, "And you all are..."

Seraphina Colbert began tidying up the food right in front of her.

"You!"

Evelyn hadn’t expected someone would show such disrespect, meanwhile, Iris smiled, as Seraphina was helping her.

The members of the office all set down their cards and greeted Evelyn, "Good evening, Miss Rowan, we’re also staying here recently, hope it doesn’t bother you."

"Who are you, and how can you stay in The Royal Palace too?"

Evelyn smirked with a hint of disdain in her words, "Since when did The Royal Palace become a place where just anyone can enter? Did you sneak in with someone else?"

Since when did the members of the office endure such insults?

They never boasted boldly, but neither had they been looked down upon like this!

James Chesterton chuckled coldly, "This is the first time I’ve been called a stray cat or dog."

James Chesterton, the genius Red Guest, the enigmatic doctor Peach, the world’s King of Boxing, Martin Hawthorne, all mere stray cats and dogs—Eldest Miss Rowan certainly had some gall!

Lachlan lowered his voice, approaching Evelyn and tugging at her, "Stop causing trouble here, Raymond, take her to a guest room."

Evelyn’s eyes reddened slightly, reaching for Lachlan’s sleeve, though her words were directed at him, her fingers pointed toward Iris and the others, "Why do you always side with others?"

Upstairs, Iris laughed even more joyfully, "Shouldn’t you reflect on your own issues?"

Evelyn was instantly breathless with anger. Iris never spared anyone’s feelings with her words, one more piercing than the last. To show she didn’t care, Evelyn gripped Lachlan’s hand firmly, then spoke to him, "You take me."

Lachlan withdrew his hand, saying, "Let Raymond take you."

Evelyn almost burst into tears, "Is accompanying me that troublesome? My birthday is coming up and you haven’t celebrated it with me in two years!"

Two years? Isn’t that the period when Iris was with Lachlan?

The members of the office exchanged glances, each seeing the words "big news" in the other’s eyes.

Could it be that this childhood friend once had a thing with Lachlan? Is there any solid proof?

"What a scoundrel," James shook his head, leaning over to Iris, "Why don’t we find another?"

"I second that," Martin Hawthorne frowned, "Lachlan doesn’t seem like a decent guy at all."

Iris chuckled, "Aren’t you good pals with Lachlan?"

Martin spoke righteously, "That’s why I know him well!"

Dante and Lachlan were completely led by the nose by Evelyn causing a scene. It had to be said, Evelyn was indeed quite capable, beautiful, and from a good family background, naturally enjoying the attention of men. As they left, the hall quieted considerably until Seraphina suggested, "Iris, don’t mind them. We’re still here, why don’t we go back to our rooms and play cards, so we don’t have to see them and get annoyed!"

Marceline Galloway, who hadn’t left, raised her hand from below, "Can I join you?"

She looked cautiously at Iris.

In truth, Marceline had known Evelyn would come all along, and she’s always been aware of Evelyn’s presence, always worried about clashing with Iris, "Would you... because I’m friends with Evelyn... just..."

...not be friends with me anymore.

Marceline didn’t even know why she cared so much about such things. If Iris decided not to friend her in anger, then how... could she win Iris’s forgiveness?

Unexpectedly, Iris smiled, "It’s no big deal. You have your own circle of friends, I won’t interfere."

Just now, Evelyn spoke so rudely, yet as Evelyn’s friend, Iris showed no hostility toward Marceline whatsoever!

"Well then!" Marceline’s eyes lit up, dashing upstairs, her little dress swirling into a lovely circle, "Include me in the Three Kingdoms!"

"Come on." Iris Crawford, like an empress, said heartily, "Choose your warrior, let me knock you down a peg!"

Meanwhile, Dante and Lachlan Wyatt were accompanying Evelyn Rowan, the eldest Miss Rowan, as she found a room she liked. Just as the two brothers were about to leave, she called out to them, "Why don’t you both seem excited when you see me anymore?"

Dante helplessly rubbed his forehead, "Don’t overthink it, Evelyn. We’ve just been busy lately."

Lachlan said nothing.

"Do you think that woman is better than me?"

With a pitiful look, Evelyn Rowan grabbed onto Dante and Lachlan’s sleeves, one on each side, not letting either leave, "Is it because I’ve come that you’re upset?"

She was used to being surrounded by men, and Iris Crawford’s appearance had given her a strong sense of crisis.

Dante, being foreign at heart, had little resistance to a woman’s tears. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Evelyn Rowan, "Of course not, Evelyn. We’ve been playmates since we were kids, don’t think that way. Once I’m free, I’ll take you golfing."

Hearing this, Evelyn immediately felt reassured, but still looked pitiful as she turned to Lachlan, "What about you? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the Kingdom of L?"

Lachlan curled his lips, "Are you my boss that I need to report to you?"

Still as charming and refined as ever, his words were just as cutting and cold.

"You!" Evelyn stomped her feet, "Why are you still like this, so annoying!"

Even though she was complaining, she was relying on the fact that she’d known Lachlan for a long time and could afford to throw a tantrum at him. So Evelyn went forward and tugged on Lachlan’s tie, "I don’t care! You’d better make time to accompany me these days!"

Lachlan frowned, "No time."

"Even Dante can make time for me, are you busier than the First Prince?"

Used to being spoiled, Evelyn didn’t care about others’ feelings, "Anyway, I’ll come find you tomorrow after I wake up, and you’ll accompany me for a walk in the Royal Garden, have some tea."

Lachlan didn’t agree.

Evelyn just loved Lachlan’s indifferent attitude!

She looked at Lachlan, teasing his chin, "Anyway, you can’t go accompany that woman, you hear me?"

Lachlan chuckled coldly, then turned and walked away.

Dante couldn’t stop him, and with an apologetic glance back at Evelyn, "That’s just my brother’s temper."

"It’s okay, he’ll be mine sooner or later anyway."

Evelyn always carried herself with pride and confidence, waving Dante off with the demeanor of a noble lady, "You can go get busy, thank you for taking care of me."

She was confident she could outmatch the woman named Iris Crawford, just wait and see.

As expected, the next day, Lachlan received a call from his father, ordering him to marry the eldest Miss Rowan—and as soon as possible.

Lachlan laughed angrily while holding the phone, "If you like her so much, why don’t you marry her? I don’t mind having an extra stepmother."

Hugh Wyatt raged on the other side, "You disrespectful son! I’m telling you, the conditions of the eldest Miss Rowan aren’t bad, don’t think so highly of yourself that no woman is good enough for you! And you better cut off those unclean relationships outside! You’re just embarrassing me!"

If Iris Crawford knew she was being referred to as unclean, she might pull out the offender’s hair on the spot.

Lachlan said nothing as Hugh Wyatt continued his tirade before hanging up.

With a forceful throw, Lachlan slammed the phone to the ground and walked out in frustration, only to catch sight of Dante and Iris Crawford relaxing in the garden. He snipped a rose and handed it to Iris, who lightly sniffed it, allowing a relaxed smile to spread across her face.

Iris Crawford hadn’t smiled at him like that in a long time.

Lachlan stood like a thief, hidden in the shadows from afar, his eyes locked onto Iris’s face, yet he dared not step out to disturb them.

His heart was in turmoil, and finally, he closed his eyes tightly.

Just then, his phone buzzed again—it was an anonymous text message containing several photos. As they loaded, Lachlan’s heart shook violently in the next instant!

The photos starkly showed Iris and Dante asleep in each other’s arms!

This angle... was it from the Royal’s cameras?

Why were there cameras in the room? And who took these?

Lachlan’s hands began to tremble. Instinctively, he zoomed in on the photo and saw that an uncovered corner revealed the truth that Iris wasn’t wearing anything!

Had they... gone to bed together?

It was like a dagger had been plunged into his chest. Lachlan turned off his phone, refusing to believe—he couldn’t believe such unverified messages, maybe it was someone’s trap...

But he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help it and impulsively charged out, pulling Iris away, even as Dante’s face drastically changed.

Ignoring the situation, and with so many people calling from behind, Lachlan boldly inserted himself between the two, not only taking Iris away but locking her in a room alone!

He pressed Iris directly onto the bed.

She was startled, cautiously turning her neck, worried about touching a wound, "What’s gotten into you again?"

The tone of her voice pained him deeply.

Lachlan, driven mad, recklessly went to take off her clothes, "Iris, you didn’t do those things with him, did you?"

Iris was confused, "What are you talking about! With who? What things?"

Lachlan tugged at her clothes, buttons flying everywhere, "You didn’t betray me, right? The photos are fake, right?"

Iris shoved him hard, "Lachlan, what’s gotten into you! What does my business have to do with you, what nonsense are you asking!"

Lachlan’s eyes turned red, his voice full of broken pieces, "What happened between you and Dante?"