All Chapters of The Runaway Groom: Chapter 771 - Chapter 780

"We have a hit. I'm heading over as we speak."James had managed to track down the goons, but they were out of town so he needed to head over to confirm right away.He was already on his way, but he decided he should give Isaac a head's up."Good," Isaac replied. "Contact me when you have something.""Sure."With that, Isaac hung up and turned around, only to see that Irene was gone from their table.His heart skipped a beat—the unending list of trouble that occurred to her was almost freakish, leading to his mind always jumping to the worst-case scenario. He looked around frantically, but he eventually found her carrying a paper bag.He frowned and strode over to her. "Where did you go?"Irene held up the paper bag to show him. "I bought you donuts. There's nothing else available this late."As Isaac stared at her in silence, Irene presumed that he disliked it too. "Everyone likes snacks, but if you don't want it, we can just head home and ask Mrs. Watson to cook you someth

The way the woman was butchered senselessly left Lulu flinching, even though she had seen her fair share of gore. Still, she quickly composed herself and opened her equipment box, whipped out a pair of gloves, and began examining the victim: a young girl with a pretty face.Initial examination suggests that she was tortured to death, though further investigation was needed for more details.Lulu was not distressed or embarrassed to see the victim brutalized beyond description, but she instead calmly and thoroughly examined every part of the victim's body, including the privates.When she was done, she said, "Initial post-mortem suggests extensive damage to internal organs to be the cause of death. Most of the observable damage is in her womb." "Is there nothing else?" Martin asked. "I took some samples to examine back at the lab. We might get something more conclusive there.""Good.""Captain, check this out," an officer said, picking up a bloody beer bottle.Martin glanced

Lara glared at Irene and asked, "Seth loves you, doesn't he?"Irene frowned. "You're imagining things—""I'm not. My groom ran away and came here to Zidonia. And the only woman he was in contact with is you." It turns out that Lara came to Irene not only because she hurt Seth, but to find out what was going on between Irene and Seth!Irene raised a brow in turn. It seems this misunderstanding would persist if she did not make things clear. "First of all, I didn't even know that he's a runaway groom. We were just neighbors in the past, and we've never met or been in touch since he moved abroad. You can even verify that. In fact, we were only reunited by chance because I needed plastic surgery, and he happened to be the surgeon arranged by a friend. We barely met that many times even then."Lara certainly never found evidence that Seth was in contact with Irene before returning to the country."Then why did you hurt him?" she asked."Because he's disgusting," Irene replied.

The front desk receptionist put down the phone and told Irene, "I'm sorry, but Mr. Jefferson refused to see you. Please leave.""What?" Irene exclaimed in disbelief. Isaac refused to see her? Did he do something here that she was not supposed to find out?Whipping out her phone from her bag, she called him directly, but no one answered.As she frowned, the elevator nearby jingled before the doors opened and a ringtone could be heard.She looked up to find his towering figure striding toward her.His shirt collar was a little loose, while his straight cut trousers hugged his long legs.He was hardly his usual impeccable appearance in suit and tie. Irene stared at him then, realizing then that this was how he usually looked while he was at the office, and it somehow made him appear mundane. The receptionist saw the ringing phone Irene was holding, and then at Irene. She wondered then if she was Isaac's bride for that wedding, which had to be called off for some reason.As

Irene forgot how to react right then as she spaced out, allowing Isaac to kiss her as much as he wanted.Irene slowly softened, her temper calming.After a long while, Isaac released her, and her lips were bright red like peaches that were just soaked in water.She lowered her gaze. "What time will you leave work?""Maybe later. I have a meeting at six," he said.Irene checked her wristwatch—it was almost six. "I'll wait.""Okay," Isaac said. Irene then settled herself on the couch and started reading a book she picked randomly.Isaac picked up his coffee and sat beside her. "Let's salvage your image on another occasion."Irene hated the mere mention of that. "Fine," she said, seemingly resigning herself since it was pointless now. "Though they'd think less of you since I left a bad impression, believing that you have poor taste, picking a woman who only thinks about getting frisky. I'm no domestic goddess anyway, so they can say whatever they like." "That's the spirit." Is