The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638

The traffic light was still red when Irene looked out of the window and saw that familiar car, though the chauffeur started to drive off before she got a good look.

Still, she turned and managed to see Moneypenny alighting.

It was not surprising that she recognized the car-it was Henry Jefferson's, but she did not dwell on it since Isaac was not on speaking terms with them now.

Returning to the mansion, Irene found it dead silent except for the kitchen.

Sheryl was on the couch, sorting some of Irene's baby necessities which they had bought just today.

'Where's Isaac?" Irene asked casually.

'He's talking to James Cross in his study," Sheryl replied.

Irene left to check on her children first before she left the room quietly since they were asleep.

Seeing her again, Sheryl asked, "Why don't you ask if they're done? Dinner is ready."

Irene did so, and found the study door ajar.

As she was about to open it, she heard James speaking, "Stan dealt with Kim Sherwood since he's closer, but what are we going to do about Harvey Gooding's shenanigans this time?"

This time, Isaac did not do much.

If anything, kidnapping Harvey’s son was because he wanted to save his own right away.

But although he grew a conscience after becoming a father and would not resort to killing a child, he was not about to spare Harvey for what he did.

In fact, he had been too soft before, allowing Harvey to run rampant unchecked and kidnap his son this time!

Irene had been so worried about their missing child that her health was crumbling from the pressure.

All debts must be paid!

Since everything he did to Harvey before was trivial, he told James, "Get someone to infiltrate his company's internal structure. If that doesn't work, acquire their core business... As for Harvey, there are things that go bump in the night."

James quickly understood.

Harvey actually had to be hospitalized, and even though he sent his second best out to look for his assailant once he regained consciousness, his assailant was not found even after a week.

His assistant, Enrique, had to be sent as a representative in his place for a certain meeting, after all.

Still, as he slowly recovered and became calmer, he more or less found out who did it.

"It cant be anyone else. Did the meeting go well?" Harvey tried to move, but his bones ached-everything inside hurt even though there was not much bruising or scars outside.

"Yes," Enrique replied.

Harvey's lips twitched. "I'll take the initiative this time. The more I clash with him, the more I see through his moves."

Still, Enrique was worried about his injury, "But you can't get out of bed even after a week, Mr. Gooding. It's obvious you're really hurt, so why don't you rest for now? This can wait, right?"

Harvey looked up, scowling. "What would you know? I'll lose if we don't move first. Hell, can't you see that I'm already losing here?"

Enrique realized with a start. "Are you saying that Isaac Jefferson sent the assailant?"

'Who else would? Why else can't I find my assailant? It's all been planned." Harvey glowered. "But I'm not about to take this lying down."