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.”

but it‘s fine as long as it‘s not us. Did you know? Word is

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creeps from their words alone, especially when

started to panic, her palm sweating as they headed into

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 toward

breath, she strode out of the

room. Beneath the dimly lit room, Irene quickly saw Isaac and another man sitting on

man exclaimed–she caught his eye the instant she entered, and he studied her from head to toe without a care before giving his critique. “Not

he said, “Come, sit

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

not see anything at

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

and did

that a silent

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a chill in her heart, and her fingers clenched over her

man asked, already putting a hand

repulsed, she

I can teach you,” the man said, pouring a full glass of beer and holding it near

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

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

towards her

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

a blazing trail all the way from her mouth to her

man became impatient. “Can I take her

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pair of eyes as dark as the moon. It gave her pause, even as she realized that the man

Isaac turned away.”... Do whatever you

promptly wrapped

did not struggle as she followed the man out