The Runaway Groom

Chapter 138

Naturally, Chad doubted her and sneered. “Do you think I’m an idiot? That you could trick me so easily?”

Irene forced a smile and kept trying to cajole him. “I’m not lying-I’m being honest here. I have a bone to pick with Isaac Jefferson as well.”

“What, you have a bone to pick with him too?” Chad remained doubtful.

“You were saying that you know about us, but do you know what’s really going on between us?

Irene patiently reasoned.

She was quick on her feet-this way, she could find out about Chad’s intentions, along with how much he actually knew about her and Isaac.

Chad raised a brow in response. He certainly was not aware of the relationship between Isaac and Irene aside from Whitney’s brief mentioning.

In fact, he would not have remembered her if his men never reminded him.

“What else could it be? You’re his girl,” he replied.

Isaac was not married, so she had to be his lover!

Irene breathed a sigh of relief then-it turned out that Chad knew about them, but nothing specific.

This meant that she stood a chance.

“Send people to ask around if you want. He abuses me everyday, and I was just able to walk after he broke my leg. I despise him-that’s why I’m telling you that I can help you if you want revenge.”

Chad was hesitant then. “Fine, I’ll ask around, but you’re still coming with me.”

Irene had more to say, but he cut her short. “I’m not letting you go just because of what you said. What if you’re lying and give me the slip?”

Chad was ugly but not stupid!

Irene shuddered even as she leaned against the scaffolding.

Her clothes were wet, and a gentle brush from a sea breeze left her with goosebumps all over. Folding her arms and rubbing them firmly, she said, “I’ll come with you, but you have to agree to my condition.”

“What is it?” Chad asked.

“I’m staying in a hotel. You can have your men stand watch outside.”

Right now, she needed dry clothes, but she was onboard a boat full of men. After that close shave with the two thugs before, she must be prepared!

Moreover, there would be others at the hotel, and she could save herself if there were any surprises!

Chad hesitated for a moment. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Irene replied politely.

She was now his captive, and she had to be compliant.

For Chad’s part, he presumed that she would never try to run after seeing her looking meek and delicate.

“Untie her. Just keeping an eye on her is good enough,” he told his men.

Naturally, he would not have thought so if he had known what happened before she ended up in the sea.

As the boat reached the docks and everyone got off, Irene was escorted by men left and right, but they were not touching her. She did not stop for a moment even as she got into Chad’s car as ordered, though she kept herself very close to the car door.

“Have I met you before?” Chad suddenly asked.

Irene shook her head. “No.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

But if his memory served him well, they had met back at university when Chad was wooing Whitney.

He probably would not remember, and he certainly could not even after he tried to recall.

Still, he just found her appearance familiar, but could not remember where he had actually

met her.

Thinking nothing of it, he muttered, “Maybe I was mistaken.”

Right now, his priority was revenge!

After sending Irene to the hotel, he had two men stand guard outside, before sending his people to find out if things were hostile between Irene and Isaac as she had claimed.

Once inside the hotel room, Irene used every lock on the door behind her to ensure that no one was getting in, before undressing and taking a warm shower, and left her clothes out to dry.

“Achoo!” She sneezed, catching a cold regardless.

Sniffling, she waited until she started to sweat.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she waited for her clothes to dry when she saw the phone beside the bed.

She picked it up and called Zachary, but he turned out to be drunk although he quickly answered.

He had been getting drunk every day recently!

“Zachary, please help me contact Isaac,” Irene said.

“Oh, Irene?” Zachary mumbled drunkenly. “Just call him yourself…”

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