The Runaway Groom

Chapter 185

Irene had made up her mind. “It won’t take that long. Livestream promotions are all the rage these days, and that’s why we’re going the route of viral marketing.”

“Alright, I’ll make the call,” Ricky replied.

“Good.”

Irene hung up but did not leave immediately. Instead, she asked several trustworthy employees to move the returned goods out of the warehouses.

Since Isaac wanted to bully her, he had the money and influence to make it an issue as well if he were to find out that she was using viral marketing for retail.

That was why she must do things quietly.

It was daybreak when everything was done, but just as she returned to Spencer Mansion to rest, Harvey’s makeup artist had arrived. She pressed Irene on a chair, and started to do her bridal makeup.

Her eyelids weighed a ton–she could fall asleep right then.

Ricky poured her a coffee and pulled out a chair to sit beside her. “Irene…” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t ask. You have more important things to do,” she said as she turned toward him. “You have free rein on this issue, and sign the agreement if the revenue distribution is right. But remember to keep everything a secret–if anyone in the company asks, I’m still thinking.” “Why are we keeping it from our own people?” Ricky was actually confused by the need for secrecy.

“To prevent others from messing up our plans,” Irene replied.

Ricky understood right then. “You’re worried that they would find out and sabotage us again.”

“Well, now you know. Get it done.”

“Irene…” Ricky appeared hesitant, but eventually mustered her courage and asked, “Is there really no other way to save Tommy? You don’t like Harvey Gooding–you won’t be happy marrying him.”

Irene stared at her reflection in the mirror, spacing out for an instant.

Still, she smiled, “Happiness doesn’t matter. I want Tommy safe, and I’m not interested in relationships anyway even if I didn’t marry him. Right now, I just want everything to go well at Spencer Holdings, so don’t worry about me. Now hurry off and do what you have to–that cannot wait.”

“Okay,” Ricky got up and left, while Irene asked someone to bring her a pillow, allowing her to slouch.

Isaac was sitting on a chair before a curtain wall, the curtains nearby half closed and allowing some light to spill in, illuminating his face as he stared at Irene’s portrait.

After sabotaging Irene’s company, he was waiting for her to come to him, begging.

And yet, it was already half–past seven on Saturday, but she was not coming.

Was she really marrying Harvey Gooding?!

He had never felt this annoyed!

Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, seemingly abandoning dignity as he went looking for her.

Arriving at Spencer Mansion, he found that she had already put on her wedding dress, with several assistants adjusting the train.

The wedding dress was a perfect fit to her figure, hugging it and presenting the stunning curves of her body!

He certainly had to admit that she was beautiful in that dress.

Standing at the front door, he demanded, “Your company is in trouble, but you’re ignoring it to get married?!”

Irene turned toward the voice, and was surprised to see him there.

Still, she smiled brightly and dazzlingly. “Harvey’s rich. He can support me even if Spencer Holdings falls.”