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.”

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 knows what he did to

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their words alone, especially when she

to panic, her palm sweating

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 matter hinged on Irene being willing to take on the marriage. Nonetheless, Irene turned

deep breath, she strode

as he led her to a luxury private room. Beneath the dimly lit room, Irene quickly saw Isaac and another man

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

he said, “Come, sit

still leaning on his set, his legs folded elegantly and her face hidden

see anything at

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 mascara. That clear, fresh look suits

remained silent and did

a silent

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her heart, and her fingers clenched

asked, already putting a hand on

repulsed, she moved away.

the man said, pouring a full glass of beer and

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

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

form.

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

loathing towards her was limited

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

drank it so quickly, it left a blazing trail all the way from her mouth

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and wanted to run right then, but looked up into a pair of eyes as dark as the moon. It gave her pause, even as she realized that the man meant to humiliate her

away.”... Do whatever you

and promptly wrapped his hands around

did not struggle as she followed the man out