The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 217

Right after Isaac said that, he added, “Not for Tommy–but for me, and only me.”

He was referring to the bond between them.

“Okay,” Irene murmured softly, leaning downward to wrap her arms around his neck from behind, and nestled her cheek against his.

She loved him, after all–she could get upset if he messed around with other women.

She wanted him, not just so that Tommy had a happy family, but for herself too.

That was when Stan returned.

He was in too much of a hurry to knock, and realized that he had been reckless when he entered and found Irene having a tender moment with Isaac.

Still, just as he was about to close the door, Isaac said, “Wait for me at the conference room.”

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied, and closed the door behind him.

Irene felt a little embarrassed, and released Isaac just then.

“Are you going to discuss how to save Tommy?” she asked

“Yeah Stay here if you have nothing else to do,” Isaac replied. “I’ll be right back once we’re done talking.” However, Irene was tugging at her own sleeve as she kept her anxiety in check. She must not cause trouble now because Tommy had been taken away by another Jefferson. Isaac knew his own family well, and would therefore find a better solution

Not imposing was the only thing she could do right now

“Okay You should go. She worked hard to look relaxed, but her heart was still strung up.

As Isaac left, Irene watched him go, and soon the door closed behind him.

She stopped pretending the instant he was out of sight, her face drooping with worry.

She had acted calm because she did not want to burden Isaac

Taking a deep breath to ease her mood, she walked toward the curtain wall, where she could see the city.

It was a bird’s eye view, and one would miss nothing from up there–but she was too distracted to admire

the view

Debbie, Isaac’s secretary, suddenly entered. ‘Mr Jefferson asked me to show you around the office”

It seems that Isaac was worried that her mind would go astray if she was left alone in his office, so he told his secretary to take her on a tour around the building

Irene was not familiar with the place either She would not have cared to learn before, but since taking over Spencer Holdings following her father’s passing, she started to learn about business, and naturally agreed to another opportunity to add to her experience.

Debbie first showed her around the floor they were on, explaining the layout. “There are just three offices on this floor, along with a conference room that could accommodate over a hundred. My own desk is over there, near the lounge

‘This is a guest room, where some of the other business owners would meet with Mr Jefferson

As Irene looked, she was left thinking that major enterprises were simply different.

In fact, Isaac’s office was already much larger than the conference room at Spencer Holdings. Even the guest room was half the size of that, let alone Light Group’s conference room here.

“Let’s head downstairs,” Debbie said as she pushed the button on the elevator.

Arriving downstairs, she said, “There’s three departments here: our PR department, finance department, and a private team of legal advocates. The PR department is naturally to maintain the company’s reputation, conduct promotional efforts, and resolve any situation that potentially affects our image. I’m sure I don’t have to elaborate about finance, and as for our private legal advocates, they offer legal advice and help handle any legal issues that may arise…”

Irene nodded–Spencer Holdings did not have a private team of legal advocates, just a small financial department.

She went with Debbie to take a look.

Upstairs at the meeting room, Isaac was alone with Stan as the latter reported, “I’ve found out that lan has been really close with a woman lately. The reason he ran into your grandfather at the hospital was because he was accompanying the woman for a checkup, something he has never done. She is special to him.”

Isaac was leaning against his chair, keeping his hands nonchalantly on the table. His wrinkled shirt was a far cry from his usual prim and proper nature, though it seemed to accentuate his attractiveness as a steamy, intense man instead of taking anything away.

“Where’s she from?”

“She’s just an ordinary girl,” Stan replied. “There’s nobody of note in her family-lan is basically her sugar daddy.”

Isaac raised a brow. “He still has the money to do that?”

“Greg would. I mean, they’re not penniless, right?” Stan pointed out.

Isaac, however, knew lan’s personality.

He was prideful and a wastrel-Greg’s wallet would never have been enough to support his spending.

Moreover, he always considered himself special, and would never stoop so low that he would depend entirely on his family.

Isaac suddenly seemed disgruntled even as he looked at Stan. “Were you only looking into his women? Did you

check for other sources of income, especially illegal ones?”

Stan did a double take. “Are you saying that… he has other businesses other than the nightclub we shut down?”