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 it‘s not us. Did you know? Word is that the escort can

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from their words alone, especially when she heard Isaac‘s name

started to panic, her palm sweating as

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 toward

deep breath, she strode out of

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

giving his critique. “Not bad!

he said, “Come, sit

was still leaning on his set, his legs folded elegantly and her

could not see anything at

“Where did you find her? She looks much nicer than those escorts

remained silent and did not stop

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a chill in her heart, and her fingers clenched over

drink?” the man asked, already putting a hand on her

she moved away.

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

her by the waist even as

are obliged to entertain me,” Isaac suddenly said,

form.

with his placid gaze, his brow furrowed ruthlessly, “If you

thought that his loathing towards her was limited to ignoring her

drink,” she said, pushing away the man but taking the glass he was holding. Her

alcohol, and since she drank it so quickly, it left a blazing trail all the way from her mouth to her gullet. The burning sensation left her pretty

became impatient. “Can I take her with me,

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

turned away.”... Do whatever

beamed, and promptly wrapped his hands

struggle as she followed the man out of