The Runaway Groom

Chapter 191

“I’m busy. Get back to work,” Isaac snapped impatiently.

Kathy, however, was still not giving up. “Your grandfather is asking us to go. He’s probably-”

“I will talk to him myself,” Isaac said and started to leave his office, heading to the conference room since he was reluctant to stay and talk to her.

She quickly gave chase and asked, “Why are you being so cold to me?”

Isaac wheeled on her, frowning. “What, giving you a job isn’t enough? Am I supposed to take care of you for the rest of your life now?”

Kathy was stumped for a moment, and she quickly explained, “No… I just heard from your grandfather that I saved you, and that’s why you had my silver crucifix. I remember saving a drowning boy as a child, too–aren’t you being a little cold to your savior?”

“Then what do you think I should do?” Isaac asked coolly in return, chuckling and dissing even before she could reply. “I gave you a job for that, or is that not enough? What more do you want?”

Kathy shook her head. “I don’t want anything—”

“If that’s the case, then go back to work and don’t stray out of line. Also, I’ll have your department manager deliver necessary documents to me himself. You don’t have to show up ever again.”

Isaac was not showing her any mercy.

The girl who saved him had been constantly on his mind, and he often dreamed about seeing those eyes of hers.

Even so, Kathy was here right in front of him, but his heart was completely unaffected–those past feelings seemed completely nonexistent.

After all, he knew that she had her motives, and keeping her now was mercy.

On the other hand, Kathy’s fair cheeks turned ashen and then darkened in an utterly horrid

manner.

How did she manage to lose way more than what she gained?

Not only did she fail to bridge the gap between herself and Isaac, but he was now also basically sick of her!

“Mr. Jefferson…”

Isaac, however, simply ignored her and strode off.

Kathy was left standing there, her chest heaving and her body shaking from rage!

Once inside the conference room, Isaac beckoned at Stan and quietly said, “Transfer Kathy York to our branch.”

Stan was left taken aback. What could have gotten into him this time?

And why did it seem like there was no end to all this drama?

“Did she offend you?” he asked, hoping for gossip.

Isaac pursed his lips. “What, are you really that interested in my private life? Perhaps we should sit down together, and I’ll slowly tell you everything?”

“Haha,” Stan chuckled in fear. “It’s fine, sir. I will get it done right away.”

“Let’s get started.” Isaac went ahead and took the main seat, not bothering to waste his breath!

The meeting lasted over two hours, and Isaac left work at five.

He drove to Rose Garden, where he had a residence not many knew about.

As he alighted, the security guard watching the door greeted him respectfully when they saw him. “Mr. Jefferson.”

Isaac nodded. “Did she cause trouble?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, sir. We sedated her per Mr. Hill’s instructions, and she’s still out.”

“Okay,” Isaac replied, and the security guard opened the door for him.

Isaac entered and headed straight to Irene’s room.

Her hands and feet were tied, and red marks could be seen on her thin wrist—it was necessary, since she might cause a mess upon waking up.

Isaac walked up to her bed, and reached out to brush off the bangs covering her forehead.

She was still in her wedding dress, and the massive train lay sprawled over the bed, while her dainty form lay in the middle of the whiteness.

“Urgh…”