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.”

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

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the creeps from their words alone, especially when

panic, her palm sweating

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 allow

deep breath, she strode out of

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

he studied her from head to toe without a care before giving his critique. “Not bad! Her skin is fair like a porcelain doll, and that slim waist ... she must feel

he said, “Come,

his set, his legs

could not see anything

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

remained silent and

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in her heart,

you drink?” the man asked, already putting a hand

repulsed, she moved

pouring a full glass of beer and holding it near

pulled her by the waist even as she

Isaac suddenly said, leaning forward and allowing the

form.

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

that his loathing towards her was

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

so quickly, it left a blazing trail all the way from her mouth to her gullet.

became impatient. “Can I take

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into a pair of eyes as dark as the

Isaac turned away.”...

man beamed, and promptly

as she followed the man out