The Runaway Groom

Chapter 41 The atmosphere in the car was suffocating! Once they returned to the mansion, Isaac headed upstairs and asked casually, “Is she asleep?”

Mrs. Watson answered softly, “Mrs. Jefferson hasn’t returned yet.” Isaac stopped in his tracks and checked his watch. It was already 9 PM, long past her work hours-where could she have gone?

There really was not a dull moment with her, and it always got him unnerved!

He abruptly turned and stormed out of the mansion angrily!

Meanwhile, Irene had actually been taken elsewhere by her taxi driver when she left work.

It was only when they arrived that she realized Harvey Gooding had paid off the driver – she had been abducted to Harvey’s personal residence! There, he had his men tie Irene up and throw her unceremoniously on bed. Sitting on a chair beside the bed while twirling a glass of red wine, he watched admiringly as Irene struggled against her restraints.

“Let’s see how you’re going to run this time.” He grinned.

Irene glared at him. “Kidnapping is a crime!”

another crime.” Harvey laughed smugly, and continued without waiting for a response from her. “Like,

it was the first time Harvey saw

fear. I thought you sear nothing.” “Anyone would be afraid of someone like you, wouldn’t they?” Irene glared at him warily, worried that he

see what she was thinking, and chuckled. “You’re nothing but meat served on a silver platter now. I can do anything to you-get it? Fool me twice, shame on me! So don’t

of wine, he rose from his chair and took off his

tall side and appeared rather slim, but he did not look delicate at all. He had been wearing a T-shirt underneath, and Irene became flustered as he

as well, but she forced herself to stay calm. “Isaac and I are together. Just let me

Isaac’s

interested in you! To think that he’d lie to

a

and I’ll let you go, but not now.” Harvey laughed then. “Doesn’t matter how many times you say Isaac’s name, he was the one who gave you to me when we first met. Right now, I’ın just taking what I’m owed, so I’m not worried

miscarriage and needed proper rest to avoid that. Since throwing out Isaac’s name was hopeless, she needed to think of something else. Forcing herself to stay calm, she said, “I get it-there’s no escape for me now. I