The Runaway Groom

Chapter 411

Mr. Townsend shot Mr. Little a look. “Isaac may have left Light Group, but he hasn’t left commerce. What, are you interested in a partnership with him?”

Mr. Little was left wanting to hide himself even as blushed, his cheeks scarlet as if he had too much to drink. “I would love to, but I don’t think Mr. Jefferson would need one.”

Mr. Townsend was naturally experienced enough to tell what was going on. His shrewd eyes darted between Mr. Little and Isaac, and he grinned broadly as he surmised what happened just then. “Well, Isaac is involved in too many megaprojects to pick up small businesses.”

Then, turning back to Isaac, he asked, “By the way, what is this I heard about you acquiring Silverpond?” Mr. Little was left thunderstruck right then.

Silverpond? That bank had been in business for over a century!

“You have sharp ears, Mr. Townsend,” Isaac said as he clinked glasses with him again.

“Honestly, the way your empire has expanded…” Mr. Townsend sighed in awe, and flashed a thumb up at Isaac.

Meanwhile, the bride’s parents had made their grand entrance into the wedding hall. They were among the most important figures present for the day, and there were naturally many guests who approached them in greeting and brief exchanges.

Isaac did not want to get involved, but they would go to him even if he did not go to them, meaning that socializing was inevitable.

hand, Irene was worried that Ricky would cause a scene, so she told Isaac quietly, “Ricky is here. I think he’s

in to whisper

his warm breath was sprinkled over her neck, causing her heart to

death had

“Okay,” she said meekly.

then, but did not say a word–which bigwig these days did not have

had four mistresses when

question or make the acquaintance of another man’s companion as long as the lady was not their legally married

naturally unaware that she was less than a mistress in the eyes of others, and left

her phone,

you?

time, there was

him when she spotted Zachary. Although he certainly looked the part in his tailcoat, there was no happiness one would expect to find from a bridegroom–in fact, he

when he saw her. “What are you doing

and told him,

brow furrowed. What was he doing