The Runaway Groom

Chapter 169

After Stan left, Moneypenny started to address her differently.

“Ms. Spencer, you have not done what Master Jefferson asked you to do, have you? We even heard that you went to Master Isaac’s office.”

“I wasn’t looking for him,” Irene replied. “I needed to talk to Stan Hill-

”

“It doesn’t matter who you were looking for–you’re not doing your job!” Moneypenny snapped. “Since you’re not up to the task, Master Jefferson insists on doing it himself. Now, you just have to lure Master Isaac to a designated location, and it would be mission accomplished.”

“Where?”

“Hotel Langdon, specifically the penthouse presidential suite,” Moneypenny replied.

Irene could not believe her ears. Henry Jefferson was already attempting to make Isaac sleep with Kathy?!

“What, are you refusing?” Moneypenny asked.

Irene certainly was reluctant. How could she bear to make the man she loved sleep with another woman?

“Did you forget your promise to Master Jefferson?” Moneypenny reminded her, and paused for a moment as he remembered something else. “I forgot to tell you, but Master Jefferson has already

finalized your divorce papers. You can’t blame him–you forgot his grace and let down his faith in you. Please be tactful enough to not break another promise to him.”

Irene did a double take.

Henry was the one who registered their marriage despite Isaac’s initial reluctance to marry her.

Now that Isaac was reluctant to divorce her, he finalized the divorce even in the absence of both parties.

In the end, money talks, and the rich will always stand above the rest.

Knowing that she had already reneged on an earlier promise, Irene said, “I understand.”

“Master Jefferson hopes that you will be compliant-”

Before Moneypenny could finish, Irene’s phone was ringing.

The instant she answered, Sheryl was crying out loud, “I’m sorry, Irene! These people just came and took Tommy away!”

“What?!” Irene paled right then, her voice quivering. “Who?!”

She then met Moneypenny’s gaze, and saw the look in his eyes. “You?!”

“Master Jefferson hopes that you’ll be compliant, and will thus take your son under his care over the next few days,” Moneypenny said nonchalantly.

Irene composed herself and told Sheryl, “Calm down, Mom. I know what’s happening.”

Once she hung up, however, she growled at Moneypenny, “I told you I’ll do it–now return my

son to me!”

“You’ll have him once you do what Master Jefferson has told you to. Don’t blame him if slip up!” Moneypenny threatened.

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Irene was shaking with rage. “No, I’m going to him right now. He has no right to take my son

especially when he’s just two months old. I’ll kill every single one of you if anything happens to him!”

“That won’t happen, but only if you do what you were told!” Moneypenny snapped impatiently. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Irene’s lips were trembling–she certainly had more to say.

Still, she realized that she would not get Tommy back even if she threw a fit at Henry.

He had taken her boy away exactly because he wanted her to do her job–even if she was reluctant!

“Does that mean I can have Tommy back if I lure Isaac to the hotel?” Irene asked.

“No, they must do the deed,” Moneypenny replied.

Irene laughed coldly. “What, you want me to strip them naked and tie them up? Do you they’ll do it even if I did that? You’re asking the impossible, don’t you think?”

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“You’re a doctor–you know the right drugs for the situation,” Moneypenny countered. “Just trick Master Isaac into taking it, and that would be water under the bridge. I’m sure you’ll do well, for your child’s sake. I’ll be waiting for the good news.”

Irene froze, while Moneypenny returned to his car and drove off, leaving her standing and staring blankly for a long while.

The winds were ruffling her hair, and her feet were starting to get numb when she slowly hailed a cab back to the mansion.

Isaac was not home yet, so she headed to Light Group again.

He was in a video conference with an overseas branch manager, but called it off when his secretary announced Irene’s arrival.

“Show her in.”