The Runaway Groom

Chapter 28

“... No,” Irene replied.

She and Isaac were married only in name, so she did not actually have a boyfriend.

Ms. Lang beamed just then, and linked arms with Irene intimately. “So, I have a favor to ask.”

Over the last few days Irene worked at the dance school, Ms. Lang had taken good care of her, but her sudden gesture of intimacy still left Irene unsettled.

Gently pulling her arm off Ms. Lang‘s, Irene said, “If it‘s within my ability, you need just ask– I apologize in advance if it isn‘t.”

Hesitating for a moment, Ms. Lang then said, “Well, my husband is the owner of Dorime Pharmaceuticals, and he has a research team developing a medicine against cancer. He’s spent massive amounts of capital, and there had been some progress when he ran out of funds. That‘s why he‘s looking to secure an investment, but as you can tell, not everyone is that eager. Luckily, my husband found an interested party recently, but the last meeting was a no–show from them. That‘s why my husband had the feeling they might ghost... Moreover, the other party is single and an eligible bachelor...”

“Hold on...” Irene cut her short. “I don‘t understand.”

In fact, she would be willing to help for nothing in return if she was rich, but the reality was that she was a working class person, and she could not be of help. “Well,” Ms. Lang said, cutting to the chase, “my husband is thinking about bringing along a pretty face to the meeting...” “Wait...” Irene murmured as realization struck her–so, she was going to hang out with the investor to get Ms. Lang‘s husband his funding... or worse? Hence, she quickly refused. “Thank

things hard for Irene, and since it

just can‘t get an investor, and he would rather not accept foreign investment, since that

looked at Ms. Lang then. After getting to know her, Irene found

,

‘what you see is what you get‘

you‘re coming from–I used to be a doctor,” Irene said, clenching

of foreign capital would result in the medication price being controlled by foreign investors despite successful research, and the ones who would suffer were

was not a doctor now, her sense of

she was inexperienced and had no confidence

Lang was in her forties, and her figure was well maintained since she was a dancer. Though her face was slowly showing signs of aging, she was elegant and did not appear to suffer from stress, which was

marriage

do with her dreams, while her marriage was a mess. “Really?” Ms. Lang exclaimed in delight as she held Irene‘s hand. “Thank

I don‘t know if I‘ll be of any help,” Irene