The Runaway Groom
Chapter 380

Chapter 380

Ricky quickly stopped the car beside the road and asked, “What is it?"Irene, however, was staring at the woman as she entered the hotel.She quickly alighted, leaving Ricky mystified. “What are you doing,Irene?”

Irene was heading straight to the hotel and told him, “Find a place topark your car and join me.”

Ricky had no idea what was happening, but did as he was told anyway.He stopped the car at the hotel parking lot before heading inside aswell.

Irene was already at the front desk, saying, “We're taking a room nextto the lady just now.”

“Which lady?” the receptionist asked.

“The one who just came in. Layla Gooding.”

“Oh,” the receptionist exclaimed in understanding. “She shares theroom with a certain gentleman...”

“Mick Gooding, I presume?” Irene said.

“You're acquainted?” the receptionist asked—why else would she knowtheir names?

“Yes,” Irene replied, and the receptionist started to make the booking.She then asked, “They are staying at the presidential suite, and it's2,500 dollars per night. Are you sure you want the room?”

“Yes,” Irene said, and the receptionist quickly got her their keys.“Come with me,” Irene said, pulling Ricky along.

“Why would you take a suite, Irene? That's 2,500 dollars, y'know!”Ricky asked. “And who are the people you were talking about?”

“l have no idea.”

“Wait, you have no idea, but you're stalking them?”

“It's exactly because I have no idea that I need to replace out,” Irene toldhim.

Ricky was speechless, but since he had no idea what Irene was doing,he had to stick with her for the time being.

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They had already paid for the suite anyway, and he should at least seewhat 2,500 dollars looked like.

He had never stayed in a luxury hotel like this, either!

And once they were inside, Ricky began to study everything, and theplace was certainly worth the money. It was vast and spacious, and itwas clear they spared no expense on every piece of furniture ordecoration.

Irene, however, had no interest in the room. She just wanted a chanceto talk to the lady the next day, and to get close enough to unravel hersecret.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

“Over here, Ricky.”

Ricky walked up to her. “We're staying the night here, Irene?”

Irene was not in the mood for jokes. “Let's pretend that we're in a fight.Hit me-

“What are you talking about?!” Ricky almost flinched. “I can't do that!”“We're just pretending,” Irene told him seriously. “I'll knock on the nextdoor and act as if I'm calling for help, and I'll get in easily.”

Ricky blinked as he considered her proposal.

So, she booked this room to spy on the woman next door?

“Alright.”

Acting was easy.

“Are you sure you can do this?“ Irene asked.

“Don’t worry, I've got this,” Ricky said confidently.

Irene smiled. “Fine. I feel assured now since you're this confident.”But how should they get started?

Glancing at a glass on the table just then, inspiration struck Irene andshe picked one up before throwing it at Ricky's feet.

Ricky flinched. “What...?"

“I didn’t mean to..." Irene said, and then quickly ran out of the room.Ricky swiftly caught on, and began bellowing as he gave chase.“Where do you think you're going, Irene Spencer?! I'll kill you!"

Irene almost wanted to flash a thumb up at him. He was such a greatactor!

After hesitating for a moment, Irene knocked on the next door, even asRicky ran up to her.

“Don’t you run away from me!” Feeling like catching her wrist was notconvincing, Ricky grabbed her ponytail instead, while telling her softly,“Don’t worry, I won't hurt you.”

Irene, however, was too focused on the door to care about what he wassaying.

Anticipation and nervousness seized her... and then, the door opened!And Irene saw her!