The Runaway Groom
Chapter 7

"Ms. Spencer? I'm Mr. Jefferson's assistant. Come with me—he'swaiting for you."

Irene spaced out for a moment when she saw Stan, though she quicklylooked away to hide the look of recognition on her face.

Stan was the one who opened the door when she treated that patient inZachary's stead.

If Stan was Isaac's assistant, did that mean the patient was Isaac?"Please, Ms. Spencer.” Stan's tone became sterner when he saw thatshe was not moving.

Putting away her thoughts, Irene replied, “I have to go to work."

It was a clear refusal—she had no intention of meeting that man."Please think about this carefully, Ms. Spencer. Given your status, youwould not just lose your job if you make Mr. Jefferson upset—youwould have no chance of working as a doctor again.”

It was a clear threat, and Irene was left clenching her fist.

All her father did was offer to pay for the cost of her mother's surgery.She had to pay for all other medical bills, so she certainly could not loseher job or career chances.

Her only option was to go with Stan.

"Wait a moment. I need to apply for leave from the hospital.”

After heading upstairs and making the call, Irene took a scalpel out ofher drawer and put it in her handbag as a precaution. Then, sheheaded downstairs after tidying her up.

Soon, she was brought to a nightclub—she had never been to suchplaces where men and women were getting frisky everywhere.

As they headed further inside, Irene overheard a couple of womenchatting in the corner.

"Did you hear? The man having a business discussion with IsaacJefferson on the VIP floor is a real pervert and a sicko.”

"Wasn't he the one who almost killed an escort?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

“Tut, tut. I wonder who is going to be so unlucky this time, but it's fineas long as it's not us. Did you know? Word is that the escort can nolonger bear children although she survived—heaven knows what he didto her."

Irene felt the creeps from their words alone, especially when she heardIsaac's name in their conversation.

She started to panic, her palm sweating as they headed into anelevator.

Seeing that her face was pale, Stan kindly reminded her, "You knowhow you forced Mr. Jefferson to marry you. Just sign the divorcepapers, and you will be spared.”

It was true that the proposal by her family could not be rejected sincethe Jeffersons did owe them, but the whole matter hinged on Irenebeing willing to take on the marriage.

Nonetheless, Irene turned toward Stan, quivering just then—she wouldnot have bothered marrying Isaac if she had grounds to refuse, letalone allow Isaac to humiliate her like this!

Taking a deep breath, she strode out of the elevator.

Stand frowned but said nothing as he led her to a luxury private room.Beneath the dimly lit room, Irene quickly saw Isaac and another mansitting on the couch.

"Oh!" the man exclaimed—she caught his eye the instant she entered,and he studied her from head to toe without a care before giving hiscritique. "Not bad! Her skin is fair like a porcelain doll, and that slimwaist... she must feel soft in your arms."

Beckoning, he said, "Come, sit beside me."

Irene glanced at Isaac, who was still leaning on his set, his legs foldedelegantly and his face hidden in the darkness.

She could not see his expression at all.

On the other hand, the other man had stood up and put a hand on hershoulder, laughing as he asked Isaac, "Where did you replace her? Shelooks much nicer than those escorts caking their faces with mascara.That clear, fresh look suits me better."

Isaac remained silent and did not stop him.

Was that a silent approval?

Irene felt a chill in her heart, and her fingers clenched over herhandbag.

“Do you drink?" the man asked, already putting a hand on her waist.Utterly repulsed, she moved away. "No."

"Don't worry—I can teach you," the man said, pouring a full glass ofbeer and holding it near her lips.

She turned away, but the man pulled her by the waist even as shestruggled. “Let me go..."

“You are obliged to keep me company,” Isaac suddenly said, leaningforward and allowing the lights to accentuate his form.

Then, he looked up with his placid gaze, and his brow furrowedruthlessly. "If you can't do it, then you can pack your bags and leave!"he said.

She thought that his loathing towards her was limited to ignoring herexistence.

She did not think that he could be this despicable!

“I'll drink,” she said, pushing away the man but taking the glass he washolding. Her movement was hesitant, but she soon chugged it anyway.This was her first time drinking alcohol, and since she drank it soquickly, it left a blazing trail all the way from her mouth to her gullet.The burning sensation left her pretty brows furrowed, but it only addedto her charm.

The man became impatient. “Can I take her with me, Mr. Jefferson?”Irene was stunned and wanted to run right then. However, she lookedup into a pair of eyes, which made her pause. She realized that Isaacmeant to humiliate her anyway.

Soon, Isaac looked away, saying, “Well... Do whatever you want."The man beamed, then promptly wrapped his hands around Irene.This time, she did not struggle as she followed the man out of the room.Stan approached Isaac then. "Sir, they're gone... but with HarveyGooding, she probably wouldn't be able to fend for herself..."

The goal was to make her give in and divorce willingly by putting her inan awkward spot... They were not going to let her lose her chaste justlike that, were they?

Isaac simply poured himself a glass of beer, and chugged it with a darklook. "Did you really think that she's chaste?"

Stan was left gaping in shock.

Was the Spencer family really that greedy? They would actually throwbroken goods at them?!

He felt furious right then—he had actually sympathized with Irene alittle at first, but it seemed that his sympathy was misplaced.

"But she's not willing to get a divorce even though we're clearlyharassing her... I don't think she'll give in easily,” Stan pointed out.Does that mean she was latching on to the Jeffersons no matter whathappened?

"Mr. Jefferson..."

“Let's go," Isaac growled, cutting him short.

The calmness of his expression made it clear that he did not want tohear anymore about Irene, so Stan stayed tactfully silent as he openedthe door for him.

In his car, Isaac watched as the streetlights streaked past, but all hecould think about was the scene of that woman willingly leaving withHarvey.

She knew what was going to happen but willingly played along?

"Turn around," he growled.

Stan did a double take, but he quickly caught his meaning and turnedthe car around.

They quickly returned to the nightclub, but the staff told them that theywere already gone.

Isaac was glowering as he barked at Stan to head back to the mansion—Irene was not there either.

"Go, start a search—" Isaac began, though the door soon openedbehind him, and Irene’s voice could soon be heard.

"Mrs. Watson..."

Irene was such a bad drinker that she was intoxicated after one glass.If she did not have immense composure and self-control thanks to herjob, she really would not have made it back.

She soon saw Mrs. Watson standing there, seemingly afraid toapproach her.

"Mrs. Wat-" She was going to call for Mrs. Watson again before shefinally noticed the man standing in the living room.