The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642

'To be frank, the antidote development you led was an eye-opener for me. I'm honestly impressed by everyone's professionalism and determination."

Pausing for a moment, Dennis then added, "You worked at Mead Clinic and brought US their latest research data, so your contribution is immense even if you aren't working for US officially... That's why I asked to meet: I was wondering if you're interested in taking the post of director."

Irene was left gaping. Never had she expected the director of Hotmesh Research would ask her to take over!

She did not know what to say just then.

”1 don't think I can-"

"You don't have to give an answer right now. Take your time to think about it," Dennis said, pouring her some tea. "I mean, Tobey Kitsch was supposed to succeed me before, and then..."

Trailing off, Dennis then smiled. "Well, thank goodness that happened and allowed US to understand the true extent of his abilities. It would've been a disaster if he really took over."

Irene took a sip of her tea and did not comment-it was in the past, and bygones should be bygones.

Still, Dennis was sincere about his offer. "You can call me anytime when you make up your mind."

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me. I will give it awesome serious thought," Irene said.

"Oh, you don't have to be too humble. You may be young, but I recognize your ability. That's why I'm asking for you to take my place, for the sake of this nation's advancement in the medical field."

Dennis certainly could find no better candidate from Hotmesh Research.

And yet, Irene had all the qualifications despite her youth.

After leaving Omen's Ridge, Irene bought some fruit and took it to the hospital.

Ricky Spencer was recovering well and he was happy to see her, though he grumbled a little. "I thought you forgot about me."

Irene peeled an apple for him and said, "I knew I shouldn't have saved you since you'd just complain."

Ricky grinned. "Just kidding. Don't be so serious."

Moving a chair to sit beside his bed, she asked, ’ Have the doctors said when you can be discharged?"

"In around a week."

"Good." Irene then mused about something, and asked, "Did you know who's your heart donor?"

"Somebody the hospital found?"