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.”

I wonder who 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

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alone, especially when she heard Isaac‘s name

started to panic, her palm sweating

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 matter hinged on Irene being willing to take on the marriage. Nonetheless, Irene turned toward Stan, quivering just then she would

breath, she

but said nothing as he led her to a luxury private room. Beneath the dimly lit room, Irene quickly

to toe without a care before giving his critique. “Not bad! Her skin is

he said, “Come, sit beside

glanced at Isaac, who was still leaning on his set,

could not see

laughing as he asked Isaac, “Where did you find her? She looks much nicer than those escorts caking

remained silent and did not stop

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heart, and her fingers

already putting a hand on her

she

the man said, pouring a full glass of beer and holding it near

but the man pulled her by the waist even as she struggled. “Let me

suddenly said, leaning forward and allowing the lights

form.

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

that his loathing towards her was

be this despicable! “I‘ll drink,” she said, pushing away the man but taking the

trail all the way from her mouth to her gullet. The burning sensation left her pretty

man became impatient. “Can I take her with me,

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right then, but looked up into a pair of eyes as dark as the moon. It

turned away.”... Do whatever

promptly wrapped

she did not struggle as she followed the man out of the