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

was the first time

“Anyone would be afraid of someone like you, wouldn’t they?” Irene glared at him warily, worried that he would do

can do anything to you-get it? Fool me twice, shame on me! So don’t think I’ll let you escape

rose from his chair and took off his

rather slim, but he did not look delicate at all. He had been wearing a T-shirt underneath, and Irene

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

to use Isaac’s influence. However, Harvey simply pursed

in you! To think that he’d lie to me that he would never like women like

did a

“Doesn’t matter how many times you say Isaac’s name, he was the

moving too much-after the latest checkup today, she was showing signs of 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