The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468

The sight of the cocksure woman before them left James furrowing his brow.

There was no escaping her!

"Stalker," he growled impatiently.

"Lapdog," Erin Gooding shot back right away.

James was left speechless—he remembered that she had been raised here in Minerva, but she would actually know the Zidonian word for lapdog'?

She was surprisingly fluent...

Nonetheless, Erin seemed to have read James's mind and she said, "I may be raised here, but my mom and dad are Zidonian. Is it that weird that I know the language?"

She was watching Isaac's face as she mentioned 'mom', but there was only impatience in his cold visage.

Erin's lips twitched. "Hey, I'm your half-sister. Why the long face? Does someone owe you money? I know you don't want me around, and I don't mind not showing up... All you have to do is tell me where our mother is buried-'

Isaac strode off before she could finish, and James stopped her when she tried to follow. "You're a lady. You can afford to act a little more reserved."

It was as if James had touched a nerve and Erin flipped out right away.

"You stay reserved all you want, virgin!"

James was speechless.

"You're crazy."

He had never met a woman who could be as tactless as her, especially in public!

"Look who's talking," Erin growled, grabbing James by the arm, bent on making him stay.

It naturally left James irked, and he snapped, "Let go, or I would have to resort to violence!"

Erin doubted that and simply said, "Nope!"

"You little-"

"Little what?!" Erin reared her head to meet his gaze, looking pompous just like a spoiled, tempestuous princess.

Unable to stand her, James started to pry her hands off and shoved her aside.

"Don’t ever show up around Mr. Jefferson again," he warned as he strode toward the car.