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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 431
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Chapter 431

Irene turned to find a silhouette standing there, but she knew right away that it was him.

She had felt no fear even as she confronted Ian, but now that he was here, she became fearful that he had fallen

victim to Ian's devious nature.

Ian had her life and Tommy's life in his hands, and the leverage would keep Isaac's hands tied.

"Oh, he's here. See?" Ian laughed in delight-he was one-upping Isaac for once!

Nonetheless, Isaac walked steadily with composure, not at all flustered despite present circumstances.

There was a brief look of pain and worry in his eyes as he glanced at Irene before he turned back toward Ian with

an impassive look. "Here. What you asked for."

Ian, however, was actually scared of Isaac, and told one of his goons to get it instead of taking it himself.

When the goon appeared hesitant, he kicked the goon on his bottom. "Go!"

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As the goon walked toward Isaac with apprehension, Ian said, "I knew it- you care about this woman, and are willing

to give up Remy for her!"

In reality, Ian had actually felt uncertain when he made the bet with Irene. After all, giving away Remy for one

woman was outrageous.

Naturally, he was now even more bent on holding Irene hostage-even though he had already put that explosive

vest on her, he directed two more goons to hold her arms, stopping her from moving.

"Care? I'm just doing this because she is the mother of my son, and I'd rather not be seen as heartless," Isaac said

without looking at Irene.

After all, he was just pretending not to care.

On the other hand, Irene became uneasy and spaced out.

Tm just doing this because she is the mother of my son' seemed to echo in her mind.

He was just being nice because she was Tommy's mother? Charity given to her for Tommy's sake?

Turning toward Isaac, she murmured, "Y-You never loved me at all?"

Isaac’s fingers clenched when he saw that she was uneasy. "Does that matter? We have a son."

He was worried that Ian would hurt her if he acted overly concerned about her, especially when she was strapped

to explosives.

Urgh-

Irene's face turned as white as a sheet, and she wanted to throw up right then.

She had presumed that they loved each other, and that they were just a little estranged recently because of

Yvaine's death-that he actually cared, but needed time.

Therefore, hearing him saying now that he only cared because of Tommy tore her heart.

Would he be even nicer if she told him now that she was pregnant too? That they would have a second child?

But the love she thought they had was just a joke!

At the same time, Isaac's phone vibrated in his hand. He did not check it, however, and merely kept holding on to it

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and counting the number of times it was vibrating-three times were the agreed signal from James and Stan if they

found Tommy and Sheryl, while once would mean that they had yet to reach them.

And now, it vibrated three times before stopping.

Isaac did not relax at all, however, because Irene was in grave danger. Glancing at his own SUV without being

noticed, he continued, "You have it now. Let her go."

"No, what I say goes around here." Ian laughed in disdain. "Do you see the explosives on her? One press on the

trigger, and she'll be blown into pieces. Did you really think I'd let her off that easily? When did you become so

naive, Isaac Jefferson?"

Walking up to Irene with his eyes still fixed on Isaac, he said, "You destroyed my family. I'm just repaying the favor."

Irene's eyes then widened, her thick eyelashes then dampened.

She looked upon Isaac with fondness, a reluctance to part, and clear misery.

Then, she murmured with a quiver in her voice. "Tommy is your son. You must save him, and take good care of

him..."

Isaac frowned and growled sternly, "What do you think you're doing?!"