The Runaway Groom

Chapter 265

Irene did not get in bed immediately. She went to check

on Tommy instead, just taking a look since Mrs. Watson

was taking care of the baby.

Tommy was sound asleep, so she tiptoed out of his room

and returned to the master bedroom.

There she sat on the bed, unable to sleep, resting her hand on her head and wondering who their adversaries were. However, she could not come up with anyone other than Robin and the Jeffersons.

Meanwhile, Isaac stepped out of the shower to find her sitting on their bed. He made her lay down as he moved on top of her.

As he retained warm, moist kisses on her, the mood was getting just right when they heard Tommy’s sudden

cries.

Both of them paused, though Irene came to her senses first and tried to push Isaac off. “Tommy’s hungry.”

“Mrs. Watson would feed him.”

“But…”

Her comeback was stopped by a kiss right there and then.

Soon, she was drowning in a night of unending passion.

The lights were still up at the Jefferson Manor–both Henry Jefferson and his son Greg were looking grim since they failed to topple Isaac.

Greg’s wife–Quincy Moore–was with them as well. After all, Henry wasn’t even bothered to hold old grudges

now.

He was too old for that.

“Nothing is going smoothly, huh?” Greg grumbled.

Isaac had pretty much destroyed his son Ian, giving no chance of bailing Ian out as Ian appeared headed for

prison. Moreover, Isaac’s current position in Sky Group seemed untouchable.

Henry appeared somber, since Isaac’s influence was not to be underestimated.

“What do you think we should do, Dad?” Greg asked frantically.

“Didn’t Ian’s girlfriend have a plan to embarrass Irene?

How did it go?” Henry asked.

It would’ve been better if he did not mention it–Robin’s

case had been another cause for grief.

She was actually forced to wipe the floor of the sporting complex as she promised, with people constantly keeping an eye on her to ensure that she did so.

It seemed she would have to continue tomorrow as well, since it was at least a two–day job, given that she was doing it with her bare hands. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Not only was her plans foiled, she ended up paying dearly for it–even with Quincy Moore’s help, since she never had much influence to cause trouble in the first place.

While they believed that the people watching Robin were offended parents, they were actually Isaac’s people.

“So, a dud?” Henry understood immediately just from the awkward look on Greg’s face.

“Isaac’s no pushover. You had to give him so much power that he got full of himself, Henry. Now, he wouldn’t even listen to you,” Quincy complained.

“Shut up!” Greg snapped and immediately shot her a glare–things just improved for them since his father was now on their side.

Quincy went quiet, but not out of fear; it was too late to say anything now.

The only thing they could do for the time being was to work together and topple Isaac–that was the only way

they could rescue Ian.

“Sir, I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’d work,” Moneypenny chimed in..

“Tell us!” Greg exclaimed before Henry could say anything – he was so desperate, anything would do for him right now.

Moneypenny, however, kept his eyes on Henry.

He would only speak with Henry’s permission.

Henry raised a hand. “Tell us.”

“Well…”