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.”

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

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their words alone, especially

to panic, her palm sweating as

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

deep breath, she

a luxury private room. Beneath the dimly lit room, Irene quickly saw Isaac and another man

without a care before giving his critique. “Not bad! Her skin is fair like a porcelain doll,

said, “Come, sit beside

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

not 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

remained silent and did not

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felt a chill in her heart,

you drink?” the man asked, already putting a

she

man said, pouring a full glass of beer and

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

me,” Isaac suddenly said,

form.

gaze, his brow furrowed ruthlessly, “If you

that his loathing towards her

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

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

“Can I take her with me,

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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

Isaac turned away.”... Do whatever you

man beamed, and promptly wrapped his hands

she followed the man out of the