Chapter 12 Iris' Best Friend

• The burly bodyguard seemed to have taken an inexplicable heavy blow.
• His whole body flew three meters high, tracing a graceful arc before thudding heavily onto the ground.
• Thud!
• Aralyn swallowed hard, astonished at the bodyguard lying on the ground.
• He had lost consciousness, eyes rolled back, foam at his mouth—his own mother wouldn't recognize him now.
• The other five bodyguards were also shaken. The one who had fallen was the toughest among them!
• In the blink of an eye, he was knocked out cold.
• What kind of strength did their opponent possess?
• Marc calmly approached Aralyn, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "How can you be so arrogant after earning a little money?" He continued, "You resort to violence so easily. Aren't you going a bit too far?"
• Upon hearing this, fear in Aralyn's heart instantly turned to anger. She was a top-tier celebrity.
• When did it become the turn of some loser to lecture her?
• "Marc, our classmates' bond ends here today!
• "Today, I must show you who's boss!"
• Turning back to her bodyguards, she ordered, "What are you waiting for? Beat him up!"
• The five bodyguards hesitated, trembling inwardly. But with orders from their employer, they had no choice but to steel themselves and move in.
• Pulling out batons from behind, they closed in on Marc.
• At the same time, a black Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside. Eagle stepped out of the car.
• Seeing the scene before him, he was furious.
• Where did this reckless person come from, daring to pick a fight with Marc, the War God?
• "Stop this! Damn it!"
• "Don't you know who you're dealing with, swinging those sticks around?"
• As Eagle approached, Aralyn, who had been angry just moments before, suddenly smiled with a sense of relief.
• She had met Eagle yesterday and greatly admired him.
• In his thirties, he had recently invested 12 billion dollars to acquire the Vermillion Group.
• If she could get involved with him, she wouldn't need to work hard in the second half of her life.
• "Eagle, don't be mad. There's a loser causing trouble here, so I had my bodyguards teach him a lesson. It'll be over soon."
• "Oh, by the way, are you free tonight? I've got a new house and wondered if you'd like to come over."
• Aralyn was alluring and coy, saying, "I'll treat you well."
• Eagle narrowed his eyes, slapped Aralyn across the face, and felt unsatisfied, hitting her again.
• "Enough of your crap!
• "Do you have any idea what you're getting into?
• "Daring to provoke Marc, do you not want to live?"
• Aralyn was stunned by the assault, covering her face and crying, "Why are you doing this?"
• Eagle harshly pointed at Aralyn's arm.
• "Do you know who he is? He's the chairman of Egerton Group! You've been living the high life, and you don't even recognize your own boss! If he orders to blacklist you, you won't even get a breath of fresh air!"
• Wide-eyed, Aralyn stared in disbelief at Marc before her. Her brain struggled to process it all.
• Yesterday, Darielle's casual remark turned out to be true! Marc really was the chairman of Egerton Group!
• This ... this was unbelievable! How could he be so wealthy?
• Eagle glared at Aralyn, then turned to Marc. "Marc, how should we handle this, kill or let live?"
• Those words nearly scared Aralyn to death!
• Just moments ago, she fretted about offending a big boss and jeopardizing her career.
• Now Eagle was suddenly talking about killing her! Oh my goodness, who exactly had she provoked?
• Marc remained silent. Walking up to Aralyn, he said in a low voice.
• "If it weren't for my wife liking your singing, I would have put you in your place for insulting me just now.
• "In a week, we will hold a memorial service for you!"
• Aralyn trembled all over, almost kneeling down in fear.
• "But ... " Marc's tone softened. "After all, we were once classmates. I don't want to sever all ties."
• "On Valentine's Day, I need you to sing a couple of songs for my wife within the next two days. That should resolve this matter."
• Aralyn hurriedly nodded. "Rest assured, I'll sing not just a few but dozens or even hundreds of songs if needed."
• "Marc, please watch my performance."
• Marc sneered, mocking, "I actually preferred your earlier aloof demeanour."
• With that, he turned and walked away.
• Aralyn swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes.
• She still couldn't quite believe how the poor loser she once saw him as had risen to such heights.
• The aura of killing intent he exudes and his gaze that commands respect are definitely not a facade.
• Suddenly, a name thundered through Aralyn's mind, and she trembled as she asked Eagle, "Eagle, could he ... could he be the legendary Marc the War God?"
• Eagle glanced at Aralyn, ignoring her, and entered the company with hands behind his back.
• From a distance, he tossed out, "Consider yourself lucky!"
• Marc arrived at Iris's company as planned in the afternoon, waiting to go shopping with her.
• Iris was punctual, stepping out of the building right on time.
• "Let's go to Jubilee Plaza. Today, we'll give you a nice makeover."
• With a toss of her lengthy hair, Iris hailed a taxi confidently.
• Jubilee Plaza is a high-end shopping destination in Riverton, offering a wide array of luxury goods, cosmetics, and high-fashion attire.
• Spending thousands of dollars here is standard.
• To ensure Marc looked presentable, Iris spared no expense this time, splurging 750 dollars on three sets of clothes: two suits and one casual outfit, all from regular brands.
• Marc initially hesitated to let Iris spend, but with his bank card still with Lucas, he had no choice but to go along.
• "Oh, Iris, you're out shopping today too," a pleasant voice sounded behind Marc just as they finished paying.
• Marc turned around to see a man and a woman standing behind him.
• The woman was attractive, cute yet charming, with deep dimples that made her smile very endearing.
• On the other hand, the man is quite unpleasant—narrow-eyed, with shifting eyes, clearly someone with impure intentions.
• Marc and Iris were familiar with the man—Sam, who had been rejected by the Cokes.
• Seeing the girl, Iris's eyes brightened with joy. She hugged her and said, "Florence, you're back in the country! Why didn't you tell me?"
• Florence Winslow was Iris's close friend from college, and they were very close.
• "I was busy falling in love and had no time to contact you."
• Florence playfully grinned, "Just kidding."
• "I only landed late last night. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I didn't inform you."
• Iris nodded, then nodded towards Sam and quietly asked, "And what about him?"
• Florence pulled Iris aside and whispered, "We met before I went abroad. He's from the Wagners. How does he look? Not bad, right?"
• Sam approached Iris, extended a familiar hand, and smiled, "Ms. Coke, who would've thought we'd meet here? It seems we're fated."
• Florence looked surprised. "You ... you know each other?"
• Iris replied calmly, "We're not exactly acquainted."
• She didn't shake hands with Sam but instead walked over to Marc.
• A glint of malice flashed in Sam's eyes. He felt highly displeased. After all, he was from the Wagners, yet Iris didn't give him any face.
• Oriel was about to marry into the Quitons in Malviston, and unexpectedly, even Iris, the adopted daughter, had become arrogant.
• With this in mind, Sam maliciously said, "Florence, so she's your good friend, huh? Your friend is so lucky. She just married a convict. Don't you congratulate her?"