The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 908

As Irene strode into the elevator, James followed her like he usually did with Isaac.

“Mrs. Jefferson.” Some of the employees in the building greeted Irene when she passed them.

Irene would respond with a small nod and a faint smile.

Then, arriving outside Isaac’s office, she said a little too loudly, “James, inform everyone that we will be having a meeting soon.”

And with that, she headed inside Isaac’s office right away.

Having heard that, some of the employees slid up to James, asking, “Mr. Cross? Is Mrs. Jefferson really calling for a meeting? What’s going on here?”

“Mr. Jefferson mentioned before that she would start learning management of the company,” he replied. “She’ll probably announce that at the meeting and properly introduce herself.”

“Really?” someone exclaimed softly. “But isn’t she the director of Hotmesh Research? I just saw the video of her being interviewed days ago. It had a lot of views.”

“She resigned,” James said.

a shame… Everyone was saying Mr. Jefferson married her for her looks, but

time studying at

place. It’s the world’s top medical research center,” yet

to flock around James and they were all very very interested in Irene, mainly because she was

James replied. “Once she returned to Zidonia, she took up the post of director of Hotmesh Research, and led the successful development of an artificial heart. She’s a famous heart surgeon as well, but since both her and Mr. Jefferson were too busy at work and could not spend time at home, she decided to resign to take care of their family. However, she’s also used to working and cannot calm down, and since Mr. Jefferson is heading

was everywhere, and almost everyone at

down-to-earth and candid, and judging from her response to the interviewer’s questions, she was not

all credit, and everyone naturally had

thanks to her good looks, she actually depended entirely on

then, cutting them off or he might say too much

that, the crowd around him dispersed and

were those who commented that a medical professional might

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was standing in front of his desk, her fingers brushing over

seemed to see Isaac in it,