The Runaway Groom

Chapter 7

“Ms. Spencer? I‘m Mr. Jefferson‘s assistant. Come with me–he‘s waiting for you.”

Irene spaced out for a moment when she saw Stan, though she quickly looked away to hide the look of recognition on her face.

Stan was the one who opened the door when she treated that patient in Zachary‘s stead.

If Stan was Isaac‘s assistant , did that mean the patient was Isaac?

“Please, Ms. Spencer.” Stan‘s tone became sterner when he saw that she was not moving.

Putting away her thoughts, Irene replied, “I have to go to work.”

It was a clear refusal – she had no intention of meeting that man.

“Please think about this carefully, Ms. Spencer. Given your status, you would not just lose your job if you make Mr. Jefferson upset – you would have no chance of working as a doctor again.”

It was a clear threat, and Irene was left clenching her fist.

All her father did was offer to pay for the cost of her

mother‘s surgery. She had to pay for all other medical bills, so she certainly could not lose her job or career chances.

Her only option was to go with Stan! “Wait a moment. I need to apply for leave from the hospital.”

After heading upstairs and making the call, Irene took a scalpel out of her drawer and put it in her handbag as a precaution, and headed downstairs after tidying her up.

IV

Soon, she was brought to a nightclub–she had never been to such places where men and women were getting frisky everywhere.

As they headed further inside, Irene overhead a couple of women chatting in the corner.

“Did you hear? The man having a business discussion with Isaac Jefferson on the VIP floor is a real pervert and a sicko.”

“Wasn’t he the one who almost killed an escort?” “Yeah, that‘s the one.”

is going to be so unlucky this time, but it‘s fine as long as it‘s not us. Did you know? Word is that the escort can no longer bear children although she survived-heaven knows what he did

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their words alone, especially

started to panic, her palm sweating as they headed into

pale, Stan kindly reminded her,” You know how you forced Mr. Jefferson to marry you. Just sign the divorce papers, and you will be spared.” It was true that the proposal by her family could not be rejected since the Jeffersons did owe them, but the whole

a deep breath, she strode

to a luxury private room. Beneath the dimly

giving his critique. “Not bad! Her skin is fair like a porcelain doll,

“Come,

at Isaac, who was still leaning on his set, his legs folded elegantly and her face hidden in the

could not see

man had stood up and put a hand on her shoulder, laughing as he asked Isaac, “Where did you find her? She looks much

silent and

that a

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chill in her heart, and her

drink?” the man asked, already putting a hand

repulsed, she moved

I can teach you,” the man said, pouring a full

her by the waist even as she

me,” Isaac suddenly said, leaning

form.

his brow furrowed ruthlessly, “If you can‘t do it, then you

that his loathing towards her was

“I‘ll drink,” she said, pushing away the man but

way

impatient. “Can I take her with me,

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looked up into a pair of eyes as dark as the moon.

Isaac turned away.”... Do whatever

and promptly wrapped

not struggle as she followed the man