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.

Crowe was leaving work when

when he saw her help a

help,” Irene said. "Get

and quickly left to do as

her chauffeur to a chair, while Finn soon returned to them with a first aid kit and opened

cut off the part of

movement was quick and decisive, smooth as

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

one was a deep, long gash over the chauffeur's back. It was a bloody sight, with the flesh within peeling

do this,” the

doesn't matter-you're a patient and

came to medical care. Why worry about something

never paused until she

before coming to his senses, and quickly pulled out a swab to

bleeding,” Irene then told

over the chauffeur's back,

"Sorry, we only have local anesthetics here instead of general anesthetics.” "It's fine,” the chauffeur, pausing for a moment before

knew that he had done his best-he was one against many in a brawl, and it

said as she cut off the stitching and moved on to the deep