Irene turned toward the person, who said, "Mrs. Jefferson? Mr. Jefferson has instructed me to bring you to the break room."Irene did not buy it right away, but instead turned toward Isaac.He happened to be looking her way, and nodded slightly—a gesture to say that he had arranged it.Relieved, Irene told the man, "Thank you.""If you'd please follow me…" The man said gentlemanly, and led the way.The break room was vast and decorated grandly ust like the hall, and Irene quickly took a seat on the couch inside. She wanted to rub her ankles but stopped herself, finding it inappropriate. "Would you like something to drink?" "Juice, please," she replied."Sure," the attendant replied respectfully, and soon brought her a glass of grape juice. Putting it down, he said, "Just give me a shout if you need anything else, ma'am. I'll be outside.""Thank you," Irene said. The attendant closed the door as he left, but Irene could not relax—it was an unfamiliar environment and she
Isaac shook his head. "No, that's you."Irene naturally denied it. "I'm a thug? Am I even capable of beating you up?""Hit me, then. I won't hit back." Isaac put her hand on his face then, but Irene was not about to actually hit him even if he was spoiling her so much now. A man's face was his dignity, just as some jokes were permissible, while others were not.And Irene certainly was a person with propriety.Wrapping her arms around his neck, she spoke tenderly into his ears. "You're my husband, my world. I'd never lay a finger on you."Isaac kissed her so much that her lipstick smeared his lips. "You really know how to please me."Irene wiped his mouth as she said, "I'm being serious."That was when he suddenly bit her finger and she smacked him on the chest. "Ow!"As they fooled around, Irene's clothes were more or less off, unable to hide her stunning figure.Soon, the car stopped outside the castle and Isaac wrapped the blanket around her before carrying her out of the
Isaac looked up and held Irene's gaze for seconds. "You'll find out eventually."Irene frowned. "Acting all hush-hush would just make me more curious.""Get over here." Isaac put down his knife and fork then, and reclined slightly in his chair.Irene hesitated for a moment before walking around the table to him. He took her hand and pulled, and she fell on his lap. Putting his hand around her waist, he asked, "When did you learn Franconian?""While I was in school," Irene replied.There was a flash of admiration in Isaac's eyes as she leaned on his shoulder and added, "I guess my dad was right."Lionel Spencer might have disregarded her feelings and even coerced her to do things she did not like, but it was too evident that looks were not everything for the companion of a successful man. Even if she was not his equal, she at least needed some extent of knowledge and culture.She suddenly thought that it would have been great if Lionel were still alive—he would most certain
Erin appeared taken aback to see Irene entering her room, and she quickly got up from the couch. "What are you doing here?"Irene said, "I came to see you."Erin gestured for her to sit while appearing a little flustered. "I haven't cleaned myself up…"Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were baggy casualwear."I'm family," Irene told her. "You have nothing to worry about."As Erin pursed her lips, Irene asked, "You're losing a lot of weight. You haven't been eating well, have you?"Erin returned to the couch and replied, "I don't feel much of an appetite."She only ate so that she did not worry Mick, and had to force herself to do it.Irene felt her chest tightening when she saw Erin's scrawny form."Let's go downstairs!" Erin said then, getting to her feet again."Sure," Irene replied, and they headed downstairs together.There was no one around the living area, so Erin asked her servant, "Where's my dad?""He's in his study," the servant replied. Erin headed there
James was at the airport, waiting to receive Irene and Isaac as their flight landed. As they left the airport, Isaac asked, "Are you done with that issue?""Yeah," James replied very softly, subtly sneaking a glance at Irene and refraining from going into detail.Irene, who was holding Isaac's arm, was aware why James was being vague.He did not want to talk about it in front of her since she was personally involved.Even so, she had a right to know when they would apprehend the mastermind."Just give it to us straight, James," she told him then. James lowered his gaze. "It's not like I want to keep it from you—I just did not want to upset you.""I'm fine. Just tell us," Irene said, her words sharp and clear.Still, James remained silent for a long while before saying, "The gang had a long criminal record in Braston. They bailed from the city the instant that the police started a search for them, and they had been to other cities before they came here. It's the same story in
Finn followed Irene into the building as he said, "I'm not too sure myself, but he's refusing to put his signature on the agreement, even though he agreed to sign it earlier!"Before Irene left for Franconia, she had made the acquaintance of Professor Lowe thanks to Professor Novsky's introduction.Since Professor Lowe had the technical ability to cut the foil down to 0.03 mm, Irene was going to commission him for his work.While it would even be more ideal if he joined them, Irene had made the offer, and Professor Lowe agreed earlier that he would take the job.And now, he seemed to be reneging on that agreement, which left Irene frowning."Is he here right now?" she asked."Yeah, he actually just arrived to see you. I've asked him to wait at the conference room."Irene started striding in that direction, and opened the door instantly the instant she reached it.The vast room was empty save for one person in a chair—seeing that Irene was standing at the door, Professor Lowe ro
The news was supposed to be something worth celebrating, but Irene found it implausible when she thought about it.After all, James had yet to catch on to the trail of that gang—how would they apprehend them so quickly?She called Isaac's number then, and he answered soon enough."Did you get the gang who hurt Erin?" she asked immediately."You saw the news?""Yeah. Did you really get them? That was fast…"So fast that she found it unbelievable."That's because it's fake," Isaac explained patiently. "We're not going to get them when they're in hiding, which is why we're putting up the fake news that we got them. Once they see it, they'd think—""Got it." Irene was quick enough to catch on. "They'd think that we got the wrong perps and be less wary since there are people to take the fall for them. They would come out of their holes, and we can get them when they do.""Exactly," Isaac said, then asked, "Did you call me just for that?"Irene wanted to ask him to help with Profes
Eagle paused for a moment. "I'd say counter-espionage and marksmanship…""That's enough." Irene cut him short. "I get the picture.""Are you dissatisfied with my performance, ma'am?" Eagle asked calmly."No, I was just asking," Irene quickly explained. "Oh." Eagle clearly sighed in relief. Irene mused to herself for a moment and eventually asked, "Do you know any hackers? Or do you have colleagues who are proficient in hacking?""Do you require their services?" Eagle asked."Yes," Irene replied. "Then I would be able to help. My division does have some experts," Eagle replied.Irene was delighted, "Really? Thanks!""That's not necessary, ma'am. Just ask me anytime you need help," Eagle said respectfully.Irene, however, did not enjoy ordering people around from a lofty position, or speaking as if she was above the rest. Everyone was equal in her eyes.Irene told Eagle about the situation with New Sun Pharman then. "I don't need details about their business. I want to a