The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 925

Irene was still moody on the flight to Cloud City, and it was written all over her face.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked. “You’re scowling although the patient was saved.”

Irene came to her senses right then, and she sighed even as she glanced at him. “I’m thinking about something else.”

“Oh,” Brian replied, and he did not bother her again.

Irene then said, “Thank you for your help.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Brian replied—it was actually not a big deal, and Irene would not have asked him if it was not that important.

Moreover, he owed her—he would never have become director of Hotmesh Research if not for her, since he had always been a loner who did not have influences to call upon.

He was convinced that he would not amount to much in life, and he was surprised to have such an opportunity appear in his life.

“Are things going well at work?” Irene asked—things certainly had been rough for her when she first became director herself.

Brian knew that too. He said, “Well, they’re more accepting of me since I’m old and I’ve been working there for a while. Things were a little different for you, with the rest having trouble accepting you since you’re too young and since you were airdropped to the post of director.”

thought about it, and she had

–

and Stan was waiting for Irene at the airport while

got into the car and left, Irene was leaning against the

a hotel. You need some rest,” Stan

up at him from the rearview mirror. “James asked you

day anyway, and you need

lie down, so let’s not waste our time and get this done, then

there was still no word on Isaac, while her sons were still there—how could

Stan replied, stopping the car in front of the hotel. “Your clothes and anything

too wrinkled to be

using her wounded foot, and it hurt a

her and took it out of her bag, spraying some on the swollen part of her

but Irene felt it take effect soon enough, and her foot did not hurt

took a shower at her hotel

into fresh clothes and put on heavy makeup to hide her pallid

Bzzt—

on her desk, and she picked it