The Runaway Groom
Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Mr. Townsend shot Mr. Little a look. “Isaac may have left Light Group,but he hasn't left commerce. What, are you interested in a partnershipwith him?”

Mr. Little was left wanting to hide himself even as blushed, his cheeksscarlet as if he had too much to drink. “I would love to, but I don't thinkMr. Jefferson would need one.”

Mr. Townsend was naturally experienced enough to tell what was goingon. His shrewd eyes darted between Mr. Little and Isaac, and hegrinned broadly as he surmised what happened just then. “Well, Isaacis involved in too many megaprojects to pick up small businesses.”Then, turning back to Isaac, he asked, “By the way, what is this I heardabout you acquiring Silverpond?” Mr. Little was left thunderstruck rightthen.

Silverpond? That bank had been in business for over a century!

“You have sharp ears, Mr. Townsend,” Isaac said as he clinked glasseswith him again.

“Honestly, the way your empire has expanded...” Mr. Townsend sighedin awe, and flashed a thumb up at Isaac.

Meanwhile, the bride's parents had made their grand entrance into thewedding hall. They were among the most important figures present forthe day, and there were naturally many guests who approached them ingreeting and brief exchanges.

Isaac did not want to get involved, but they would go to him even if hedid not go to them, meaning that socializing was inevitable.

On the other hand, Irene was worried that Ricky would cause a scene,so she told Isaac quietly, “Ricky is here. I think he's up to something, soI'll go look for him.”

“Okay,” Isaac said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “You watch outtoo.”

He was very close, and his warm breath was sprinkled over her neck,causing her heart to skip a beat.

For a split second, she felt warmth—even if Yvaine's death had set themapart, he still cared about her.

“Okay,” she said meekly.

Mr. Townsend glanced at Irene just then, but did not say a word-whichbigwig these days did not have a lover?

In fact, Mr. Townsend himself had four mistresses when he was young,along with dozens of girlfriends.

As such, he would avoid asking any question or make the acquaintanceof another man’s companion as long as the lady was not their legallymarried wife.

Irene was naturally unaware that she was less than a mistress in theeyes of others, and left the lively wedding hall to head backstage.Whipping out her phone, she texted Ricky again.

[Where are you? Let's meet.]

This time, there was no reply.

She was about to cail him when she spotted Zachary. Although hecertainly looked the part in his tailcoat, there was no happiness onewould expect to replace from a bridegroom—in fact, he was sulking.“Irene,” he called out, walking up to her when he saw her. “What areyou doing here?”

Irene thought about it, and told him, “I'm looking for Ricky."

Zachary's brow furrowed. What was he doing here?

Every guest in the wedding today had been invited, but no one invitedRicky if his memory served him well. Still, Irene did not hide the truth.“He and Lulu slipped in. I was looking for him because I don’t want himto cause trouble for you.”

“Lulu?” Zachary's brow furrowed further, and he said, “I'll help youlook.”

“No, you should stay,” Irene told him. “You're the bridegroom—you won'thave the time.”

Zachary refused anyway. “I don't think I can get married with peace ofmind if she’s here.”

“Are you saying that you would if she’s not here?” Irene shot back.Zacchary turned silent. “It won't bother me, at the very least. I have totake responsibility for Ember and our respective families after whathappened.”

Irene breathed a long sigh—Zachary had it hard to, and he mightactually be reluctant to get married today.

“I'll take care of her in your stead, don’t worry,” she assured him.Zachary smiled feebly. “Well, I don't have the right to meddle in heraffairs anyway.”

Someone suddenly spoke behind him right then, “In that case, gethitched and don’t bother her ever again!