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.”

tut. 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 children although she survived-heaven

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alone, especially when

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

deep breath, she strode out of the

private room. Beneath the dimly lit room,

and he studied her from head to toe without a care before giving his critique. “Not bad! Her skin is fair like a

said, “Come, sit beside

set, his legs folded elegantly and her face

see

the other man had stood up and put a hand on her shoulder, laughing as he asked Isaac, “Where did you find her? She looks much nicer than those escorts caking their faces with

remained silent and

a silent

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felt a chill in her heart, and her fingers

already putting a

repulsed, she moved away.

said, pouring a full glass

away, but the man pulled her by the

Isaac suddenly said, leaning forward and

form.

“If you can‘t do it, then

her was limited

drink,” she said, pushing away the man but taking the glass he

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

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

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of eyes as dark as the moon. It gave her

turned away.”... Do

beamed, and promptly wrapped

did not struggle as she followed the