The Runaway Groom

Chapter 49 Irene decided that she would be out online if she kept her place as Mrs. Jefferson.

Nearby, the leaves on a tree were rustling from the touch of a slightly chill breeze. It was the early days of autumn, and the sun was much milder.

Tightening her clothes, she hurried along, having planned to cook dinner for Isaac tonight before asking for a divorce.

That was when a car suddenly screeched to a halt, blocking her path while several men quickly alighted. Without saying a word, one of them pulled a black sack over her head while another clasped a hand over her mouth, dragging her into the car before speeding off.

“Oof-” Irene was immobile and completely under their control. There was no telling how long had passed when she was finally dragged out of the car. Although the black sack still kept her blind, no one was keeping her from talking. “Who are you people? Why did you kidnap me?” “CLOUD B, 778VQ-that’s your car, isn’t it?” “Yes,” Irene replied. Her mother had spent all her savings to buy her that SUV when she got a job, saying that it was to make going to work convenient. She had always been driving it as well, but left it at Spencer Mansion ever since she married Isaac.

“What’s the-”

Before she could finish her question, however, one of the men kicked her viciously, and she curled into herself while trembling in pain.

hit in the back, her feet, and her hip. She was being clobbered, and she arched her back to shield her belly even as she groaned in pain! “Who are you people…?” She was trembling and sweating bullets, barely having the strength to speak. “Why are you doing this…?” “It’s

haven’t driven that car in

We’ve checked-that SUV was

launched

she did not manage to protect her child. She could feel the dull pain in her belly already. “Don’t you know who you’ve hit? That was

wish!”

her own skin. There was hate and despair in her eyes, even as she murmured through her pale lips, “You mean… Isaac

left her

off her face and looked around it was a wasteland, so she had no idea. “Send me your location.” Irene quickly did so, and as

a bad shape. He scooped her up in his arms, striding forward while assuring her, “You’ll be fine. I’m going to save you.” “Can you save my children?” Irene

her