The Runaway Groom

Chapter 85 Even Stan Hill–Isaac‘s personal assistant–was constantly on edge.

Nonetheless, he reported to Isaac the instant he received a certain piece of information. “All the clues point to Sunny City. We‘ve got nothing even after we searched that place for so long, but someone called us today with a tip that she was seen at the Sunny City General Hospital.”

Isaac was wearing a black shirt loosened at the collar, and a severe look immediately appeared in his eyes. “Get ready.”

“Are you going personally, sir?” Stan asked.

Isaac ignored him and coolly said, “You‘ve been searching for months, but you had nothing... Getting more competent lately, aren‘t we?”

Stan kept his head lowered. “I think she‘s had help. There‘s no way she could have hidden‘ herself so well if she was alone. Moreover, we had definitive leads that she showed up at Sunny City, but she seemed to disappear into thin air when we looked, only for her to reappear there now…

That was when he remembered something else, and it seemed to click in his mind right then.

“Harvey Gooding is in Sunny City, isn‘t he?” he pointed out, quickly becoming worried about Irene‘s situation just then. “We‘ve been so preoccupied with finding Irene Spencer that we neglected the possibility that Harvey‘s got his hands on her... Nothing good will come of that if that‘s the case, right? It‘s not the first time he‘s held her captive...”

Isaac‘s expression darkened–he knew very well that Harvey wanted to win her affection.

“That said, Ms. Spencer has managed to escape Harvey several times. I’m sure she could do the same, and it‘s just a hunch...”

“It‘s no hunch.” Isaac closed his eyes then.

Irene ran

not have

before,

he

the preparations,” Stan said

a personal helicopter, and it was a quick trip

though they headed straight to the hospital, Irene was nowhere to be

delivered her baby, and had also scrubbed any records to

Gooding,” Isaac instructed as he stepped

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

private residence, Irene was resting in bed–it

cooking something, while Harvey was standing beside Irene’s bed and

him since her stomach still hurt, even as Harvey continued on his own. “I mean,

Irene’s disinterest in him, Isaac Jefferson was the

that?” Irene asked feebly.

his glee. “Of course. Just

jokes one could make about

whenever he mentioned something that