The Runaway Groom

Chapter 137

Although Samantha was in a good mood, she did not know that Irene survived.

Irene was a good swimmer, and where she landed was deep enough to break her fall.

She was not familiar with the area and wanted to get ashore, but did not do so immediately since Samantha might still be around.

The skies were brightening a little when a light suddenly flashed on her, and someone called out, “There’s someone here!”

Irene was startled. ‘Is it Samantha?’

She swam as fast as she could, but was quickly overtaken by a boat.

“Whitney? Is that you?” Chad called out, and frowned in disappointment to see that it was not when a light caught Irene’s face.

Stan and his men had left the boat, confident that Whitney was dead since they did not find her after an entire night. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Chad was searching as well, but there was no sign of her, and there was not much chance of her surviving.

He fell to despair.

“Are you swimming here?” he asked.

He was puzzled since this was no place to swim, and the beach was far. How did this woman get here?

As Irene floated with just her head above the surface, she looked up at Chad on the boat.

Had that man mistaken her for Whitney? Was he looking for Whitney?

She then remembered Isaac telling her that Whitney was trying to flee the country on a boat, and Chad was now looking for her… Did that mean she had gone missing?

One of Chad’s men whispered into his ear just then, “That’s Isaac Jefferson’s woman.”

Chad then remembered Whitney mentioning Isaac having a woman named Irene.

Was it this woman?

The thought that Isaac had pushed Whitney to her death made him turn his spite on Irene.

He could certainly handle a woman even if he could not handle Isaac.

Ashe ordered his men to bring Irene up the boat, she quickly tried to swim away.

She was exhausted, however, and eventually gave up. The water was chilly and she had been in it too long as well.

Moreover, Chad had no reason to hurt her since they had no quarrel.

Since she was soaking in seawater, her clothes accentuated her figure even though she was dressed in layers.

She stood behind her chest, keeping herself away from Chad’s gaze as she asked, “Are you

going ashore?”

“Of course,” Chad replied. “We’re not fishermen-we don’t live at sea… So what’s your relationship with Isaac?”

Irene stayed silent because she did not know why he had suddenly asked that.

Chad snorted coldly. “Keep quiet all you want. I know you’re with him.”

Irene quickly realized what was happening. “Did things get heated between you two?” Why else would there be an undertone of hostility in his voice?

“He made Whitney jump into the sea, and she’s probably dead now-we can’t find her anyway. Heated would be an understatement after he killed my girl, don’t you think?”

Chad’s lips then curled up into a grin. “Karma’s a bitch… He killed my girl, but now you fall into my hands. Don’t you think I should get an eye for an eye?”

Irene was stunned.

Out of the frying pan into the fire!

Still, she tried to set herself apart, saying, “If you have a bone to pick with him, then settle it with him. We’re really not that close.”

“Don’t bother lying. I know everything.” Chad replied.

As the boat reached the docks, he told his men, “Tie her up. Take her with us.

Irene wondered how she could be that unlucky just then.

Her fingers were clenched over the scaffolding. She was excused after such a long night, and trying to jump and swim away was impossible-they had a boat, and they would catch up in no time at all.

She tried to persuade Chad with another approach right then. “If revenge against Isaac is what you want, I can help you.”

Before she could escape, she must delay the inevitable!