The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 679

Chapter 679

Ricky Spencer told her, "Waking you is my job."

Irene frowned, speechless.

Ricky had come the other day, apologizing for letting his anger get to him. He said that he should have taken her job offer and was willing to take it if he was given a second chance...

But it turned out that this is his job?

Amused, Irene said, 'Isaac arranged for this? Waking me is your job now?"

"Mr. Jefferson also asked me to take you to the wedding hall. The decorations are mostly in place, so you may see if it's to your liking. Also, your schedule for the day is adjustable-1 merely decided on my own to wake you at this hour, though that's more your fault for being a sleepyhead."

Irene gave him a look. "Mr. Jefferson...?"

"He’s my boss from now on, so that's how I'm supposed to address him," Ricky said. "I'd rather not be given privilege or look like I got the job through my connections, since people would doubt my ability. Either way, this will be the start of my illustrious career."

Irene thought she should review her opinion of him just then. "Well, understanding that means you're all grown up now."

Ricky rolled his eyes. "I'm already an adult. Now, get up—I'll be waiting downstairs."

"Got it." Irene stretched, and washed up before heading downstairs.

When Mrs. Watson saw him, she said, "I tried to stop him."

"It's fine," Irene said. "I should be getting up anyway."

She simply had a couple mouthfuls of food before heading out with Ricky, who was driving.

They arrived at Globe Tower, a landmark of Cloud City and the venue of the wedding, in half an hour.

Ricky stopped the car at the entrance and threw the keys to the valet to park the car in the basement, since they were not supposed to park above ground.

They also had to avoid congestion on the day of the wedding.

Isaac also mentioned that there would be press coverage, as he agreed to let one media company exclusive publicity.

As she headed into the wedding hall with Ricky in tow, she was left stupefied by the sight before her.

There had to be 200 tables, accommodating upto 2,000 people.

The main color theme was also an elegant milky white, and there was an exquisite yet serene air about the place like one would expect from a chick flick.

Soon, a foreigner approached them, but he greeted her in fluent Zidonian with a smile.

"Ms. Spencer, I presume?"