The Runaway Groom

Chapter 752

Not seeing Erin anywhere, James asked urgently, "Where is she?!"

Irene was helping the chauffeur and her face was pale despite taking a moment to compose herself. "They took her. You have to find them! Quick!"

James whipped out his phone, asking, "What car was it? Do you remember the plate number?" "It's a black MPV, but it doesn't have plates, and there are cameras.”

She pointed nearby at one.

That being said, the car looked brand-new. They must have planned to use it for the crime from the start.

"I've called the cops. They might be able to help by tapping in the cameras to locate the MPV. It'd make things faster.”

Veins were bulging over the back of James's hand as he clenched on his phone. "Yeah."

‘I'm sorry,” Irene said.

"She was taken because of me." "No. You didn't ask for this,” James replied.

His call got through then, and while he spoke into it, Irene helped her chauffeur to Hotmesh Research, since he was bleeding from several lacerations and Hotmesh was the closest.

work when he

when he saw her help

"He needs help,” Irene said. "Get

left to do as he was

them with a first aid kit and opened it on the

cut off the part of the

decisive, smooth as

swabs and antiseptic, she soon wiped the blood off the lacerations,

long gash over the chauffeur's back.

can let him do

a look. ‘It doesn't

gender was no concern when it came to medical care. Why worry about something so trivial

spoke, she never paused until she said, "Help me out

his senses, and quickly

the bleeding,” Irene then

his hands on the deep gash over the chauffeur's back, while Irene stitched

she mixed up an anesthetic and injected it over the laceration. "Sorry, we only have local anesthetics here instead of general anesthetics.” "It's fine,” the chauffeur, pausing

against many in a brawl, and it was already impressive that he lasted so long

Irene said as she cut off