The Runaway Groom

Chapter 29 Irene froze when she saw Isaac‘s burly figure entering the room.

At the same time, Mark got up and greeted Isaac respectfully. “Mr. Jefferson.”

Somehow, Isaac‘s eyes darted past Mark‘s face and landed on Irene.

Ever since he knew her, she never put on any makeup, and her usual sense of fashion tended to be conservative.

In fact, he never saw her in anything with straps–but now, she wore a dress so red it seemed to accentuate the blush in her skin.

Mark noticed that Irene was not moving, and reached out to tug at her. “Come on, please stand and greet Mr. Jefferson.”

However, when Mark‘s fingers touched Irene‘s hand, Isaac‘s expression darkened. If he was not sane, he would have rushed forward and pulled Irene toward himself.

At the same time, Irene stood up, her dress accentuating her perfect figure, adding layers to her coquettish side for no reason.

Batting his eyelashes, there was a brief flash that quickly disappeared from Isaac’s eyes.

On the other hand, Irene was nervous–she did not expect that they were going to meet Isaac! If she did, she would never have agreed to this!

“Mr. Jefferson...” she stammered.

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is Ms. Spencer.” Mark smiled as he introduced her, and

sweating bullets from her palms, just

he constantly humiliated her, bullying

even as she pretended not to know

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Hmph.

Irene felt as if

to crush her wrist.

less than to escape his grip and turn to run. However, she would draw Mark‘s attention if

at Irene just then, while wondering what she

boss if

coldly then,

knowing the answer, he asked, “Why did you bring

dance instructor at my wife‘s dance school,

“Dance instructor?”

was surprised. Was Irene not a doctor? How did

to

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feet and said, “I would prefer