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.”

time, but it‘s fine as long as it‘s not us. Did you know? Word is that the escort can no longer

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especially when she heard Isaac‘s name in

her palm sweating as they

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 matter hinged on Irene being willing to take on the marriage. Nonetheless, Irene turned toward Stan, quivering just then she would not have bothered marrying Isaac if she had grounds to refuse, let alone

she

he led her to a luxury private room. Beneath the dimly lit room, Irene

studied her from head to toe without a care before giving his critique. “Not

“Come,

was still leaning on his set, his legs folded

could not see

hand, the other man had stood up and put a hand on her shoulder, laughing as he asked Isaac, “Where did

silent and

that a silent

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in her heart, and her

drink?” the man asked, already putting

she

man said, pouring a full glass of beer and holding

her by the waist even as she struggled.

to entertain me,” Isaac suddenly said, leaning forward and allowing the lights

form.

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

loathing towards her was limited to

despicable! “I‘ll drink,” she said, pushing away the man but taking the glass he was holding.

and since she drank it so quickly, it left a blazing trail all the way from her mouth to her

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then, but looked up into a pair of eyes as dark as the moon. It gave her pause, even as she realized that the

away.”... Do whatever

and promptly wrapped

she did not struggle as she followed the