All Chapters of The Runaway Groom: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Ian was still a little confused as to why there were so many cops, with each of them armed with rifles and tactical shields. The instant they rushed inside the office, they promptly moved to surround him and Quincy!"What…?!"On the other hand, Quincy pulled him up, keeping him behind her as if afraid that he would get hurt. "I'm now the person in charge, so all the blame is on me," she told him quietly. "Remember—don't fight Isaac Jefferson directly.""Mom…""They're here for me, but I regret nothing." Quincy looked at her son longingly. Though she was reluctant to part with him, she had made her choice and could no longer turn back.With a look of resolve, she walked up to the officers with her hands raised."Quincy Moore?" one of them asked as he walked up and cuffed her. "We are arresting you as a suspect of two murders." Ian's eyes widened in disbelief, but he seemed to understand right then. As Quincy was being taken away, she took one last look at her son. She

Henry was still the head of his family, and there was no one better to ask Isaac to return.That was why the entire board pinned their hopes on him—his very appearance at this moment gave them hope!"Henry…"Though Henry was taken ill from stress by recent events, he rushed here anyway because he heard about the board meeting, and was worried that Ian could not keep the board in line. Even so, he was still very sick. He was very pale, and he would not be standing if Moneypenny was not helping him.On the other hand, the board did not care—their money was at stake. They swarmed Henry right away "You're the head of the family. You have to give us something to work with after what happened."Henry did not come unprepared, naturally.Quincy had given him a call before she was arrested, insisting that she would take responsibility for what happened to Light Group.He also learned that Ian had signed an agreement with her to that effect. It additionally stated that she had made

The thud drew Irene back to her senses. Her hand, frozen in the air, moved again as she knocked on the door.She composed herself as quickly as she could, while James soon opened the door for her, averting his eyes a little when he saw that it was her. James himself did not understand why he did that… perhaps Irene should not hear their conversation, and it was a sign of guilt?Nonetheless, Irene was smiling. "Are you guys done here yet? Mrs. Watson has made dinner."James studied her then, but her smile was impeccable.He was relieved inwardly. Maybe she did not hear them, and there were no unnecessary misunderstandings. "We're just finishing up," he said.Irene looked inside, meeting Isaac's eyes and quickly putting on a smile, though she did nothing as she turned away and took Tommy back to his room. Isaac sent Stan and James to the kitchen while he followed her into the room, where she was changing Tommy's diapers. Looking up when she heard a knock, she smiled. "You shou

Irene did not really have an appetite in the first place, and even less so after learning hints about Isaac's past.As a child, Irene herself had been constantly pushed around by Lionel. She could not do everything as she wanted, and life was less than happy.But when compared to Isaac, she was—at the very least, her parents were not murdered. Considering that, and the fact that Isaac himself was almost killed too, she could imagine how harsh life had been for him and could not help sympathizing.James perceived her mood right then, and said, "Well, we're going to return the favor soon."Irene nodded, but since she was eager to eat, she got to her feet and said. "You boys finish up here. I'll go check on Tommy—Isaac is probably hungry now."When she returned to their room, however, Tommy was already asleep.Isaac was in bed, his eyes closed—there was no telling if she was asleep or napping.She walked quietly up to him, arching her back to get a look at his face. "Isaac?" sh

Irene pretended not to hear Henry calling her name, but Stephen turned around and gave her a look, asking, "Is someone calling you?""Is that so?" She turned reluctantly toward Henry, who seemed to have aged a century in a day and appeared far from spirited."Go on. You have ten minutes—we're scrubbing up later," Stephen told her.Irene had no choice but to nod then. "I'll be right back."She walked toward Henry, but did not even greet him.He spoke before she could. "Take me to Isaac."He was very direct. Irene frowned. If he wanted to see Isaac, why was he asking her to take him?"As you can see, I'm working right now," Irene said evenly. Henry's fingers clenched over his cane, even as he hid his anger behind his turbid gaze—because he had to. "Do you think I'd ask you if I could see him whenever I wanted?"Irene understood right then. Isaac was refusing to see Henry, and in that case, why would she lead him to Isaac? "I don't know where he is," she said.Henry narro