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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 400
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Chapter 400

Harvey was left a little stunned when Irene shook him off so violently, not to mention that she was frighteningly

cold.

He could not help asking gingerly, “A-Are you alright?”

Irene glanced at the time. “You have two minutes.”

Harvey was left at a loss for words for a while, but quickly said, “I don’t know what Isaac did, but construction on a

tower I invested in was halted, citing non-compliance. I had to return to Sunny City because of that, and they told

me that it’s because of Isaac. How could he be so petty?”

Irene understood right then. “You deserved it.”

Harvey huffed, “Do you even have a conscience?!”

“Your mother can be discharged now. I can help you with the arrangements any time,” Irene said flatly. Harvey was

left at a loss for words again. She was killing him!

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“I guess both of you are reptiles-you’re made for each other. Even if I wasn’t doing everything you tell me, I’ve at

least worked hard to get in your good graces because you saved my mother-how could you hurt me so?”

Irene did not even look at him. “That’s your two minutes. I’m going back to work.”

Speechless once more, Harvey eventually growled between his teeth, “You’re a horrible woman. I was blind to

actually have feelings for you… Only someone like Isaac Jefferson would fall for you.”

Irene paused for a moment just then before hurrying off.

The way she left as if she was trying to escape left Harvey stumped. “I don’t need your help to get my mother

discharged!”

Irene did not respond at all, as if she never heard him, leaving him huffing. “Hey!”

She still ignored him, leaving him even more speechless.

Yvaine’s body was buried three days later with utmost secrecy.

Isaac never invited everyone to the funeral. To him, the Jeffersons had no right, and he did not tell Irene either.

Mick had been staying in the country just to wait to attend the funeral, only to find out that it was already over, and

he did not even know where Yvaine was buried.

When Mick went looking for Irene, she asked in return, “Right now, I’m his mother’s killer. Do you think he would tell

me? If he wanted me to know, do you think I would still be here working?”

Mick was left speechless even as she continued, “Just return to Minerva already.”

-Mick was not giving up. “Can’t you ask-”

“No,” Irene said, cutting him short.

Mick said quietly, “I just want to see her again, pay my respects…”

Irene promptly turned to leave.

Mick did not quickly give up after that, and went looking around for a long while.

Eventually, he decided to give up for the time being. Although Isaac was keeping things tightly under wraps right

now, he could try again later and have an easier time when Isaac let down his guard.

He booked a ticket on a flight back to Minerva, and took a taxi to the airport when a semi nearby spun out of

control, crashing into the taxi he was in.

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The taxi was barely recognizable and the driver died on the spot, but Mick survived and was rushed to the hospital.

Irene had been busy lately and spent most of her time at the hospital.

Isaac was busy too, but she did not know what he was busy with-he was not around whenever she got home,

though he would be on the other edge of their bed occasionally when she woke up in the mornings. Today, she

headed home early since Mrs. Watson called her, saying that Tommy had been crying a lot for a few days now.

They had no idea what was wrong-Tommy would keep crying even with Irene carrying him, and he only stopped

when she took him out of the house.

Soon, he fell asleep over her shoulder, and she carried him back inside when she saw Isaac’s car at the garage.

He is home?

However, he was not in the living room when she returned inside, so she asked Mrs. Watson, “Is he home?

“Yes, he’s in the study,” Mrs. Watson replied.

Irene headed to the study, but soon scowled and did not try to impose.

Meanwhile, James Cross was standing in front of Isaac’s desk in his study, hanging his head as if he did something

terrible.

“I’m sorry, sir, I’ve failed.”