The Runaway Groom
Chapter 679

Chapter 679

Ricky Spencer told her, "Waking you is my job."

Irene frowned, speechless.

Ricky had come the other day, apologizing for letting his anger get tohim. He said that he should have taken her job offer and was willing totake it if he was given a second chance...

But it turned out that this is his job?

Amused, Irene said, “Isaac arranged for this? Waking me is your jobnow?"

"Mr. Jefferson also asked me to take you to the wedding hall. Thedecorations are mostly in place, so you may see if it's to your liking.Also, your schedule for the day is adjustable-1 merely decided on myown to wake you at this hour, though that's more your fault for being asleepyhead.”

Irene gave him a look. "Mr. Jefferson...?"

"He's my boss from now on, so that's how I'm supposed to addresshim," Ricky said. "I'd rather not be given privilege or look like I got thejob through my connections, since people would doubt my ability. Eitherway, this will be the start of my illustrious career."

Irene thought she should review her opinion of him just then. "Well,understanding that means you're all grown up now."

Ricky rolled his eyes. "I'm already an adult. Now, get up—I'll be waitingdownstairs.”

"Got it." Irene stretched, and washed up before heading downstairs.When Mrs. Watson saw him, she said, "I tried to stop him."

“It's fine," Irene said. "I should be getting up anyway."

She simply had a couple mouthfuls of food before heading out withRicky, who was driving.

They arrived at Globe Tower, a landmark of Cloud City and the venueof the wedding, in half an hour.

Ricky stopped the car at the entrance and threw the keys to the valet topark the car in the basement, since they were not supposed to parkabove ground.

They also had to avoid congestion on the day of the wedding.

Isaac also mentioned that there would be press coverage, as heagreed to let one media company exclusive publicity.

As she headed into the wedding hall with Ricky in tow, she was leftstupefied by the sight before her.

There had to be 200 tables, accommodating upto 2,000 people.

The main color theme was also an elegant milky white, and there wasan exquisite yet serene air about the place like one would expect froma chick flick.

Soon, a foreigner approached them, but he greeted her in fluentZidonian with a smile.

"Ms. Spencer, I presume?"

Irene nodded.

The man was notified previously that Irene would come to check on thevenue, and he gestured for someone to turn on the lights.

The radiance did not brighten the hall, but instead left it dimmer-thewarm yellow and orange red lights had been arranged at the perfectspot to give the hall a mystical glow.

There was also the faint scent of flowers in the air that reached thenostrils directly, and one could envision themselves lying in a flowerbedif they closed their eyes.

“I can still adjust anything you replace dissatisfactory,” the foreigner saidjust then.

Irene waved him off. "No. I think this is perfect.”

The wedding planner smiled in turn, feeling pride toward his one talent.Irene was certainly content after a tour. "We can go now, Ricky."

Ricky seemed to like it too. "I would like to marry Lulu in a wedding likethis too."

Irene stopped in her tracks and wheeled on Ricky. "What was that?""Nothing," Ricky said. "Let's go."

But Irene thought she clearly heard him mentioning Lulu...

She sighed inwardly, but she could not meddle in the relationship ofothers.

Still, they noticed a lot of people at the entrance when they arrivedthere.

"Journalists," Ricky muttered.

Irene frowned, but before she could wonder why there were so many ofthem gathered here, someone shouted, "I think they're going to jump!"Irene quickly stepped outside and looked above.

There it was-a silhouette!

They were too far for them to see their face, and for some reason, theywere not standing at the top, but at around a third of Globe Tower'sheight.

"Who is it? Are they trying to jinx us?" Ricky growled in displeasure.Irene had a bad feeling about this, however-someone was trying tojump, but the first to arrive were journalists and not firefighters.Someone was clearly up to no good.

She turned and headed inside again!

“Let's go upstairs, Ricky."