The Runaway Groom Chapter 71


    Chapter 71


    Isaac did not return home that night, but Irene thought


    nothing of it.


    Without a job, she lounged around in the mansion, taking


    her time to nurture her body while working part-time as


    an online medical consultant.


    Though she never left the house, she took no notice of


    the scandal Samantha fabricated, let alone find out how


    far things had gone.


    When Isaac did not return over the next few days, Irene


    decided that this was the best chance to run away, and so


    told Mrs. Watson, “Can you give me the check for the


    cleaners? I’ll pick up theundry.”


    “Oh, I can get it for you!” Mrs. Watson suggested.


    “Actually, I want to leave the house for a while too.”


    Irene smiled. “Picking up theundry afterward is just


    convenient.”


    In reality, she would leave once she picked up herundry.


    As Mrs. Watson passed her the check, she looked at Mrs.


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    Watson for a while before reaching out to give her a hug, saying, “I’m going to miss you, Mrs. Watson.”


    Mrs. Watsonughed. “What are you on about, silly? It’s


    not like we won’t see each other again.”


    Irene could not say anything to that, and so simply smiled before leaving.


    She had just reached the cleaners when her phone rang,


    and she stayed outside to answer it.


    “Irene? Do you remember me?”


    Irene had to search her memory for a while before finding


    a name. “Ms. Lang.”


    “Yes, it’s me. As you know, my husband owns apany


    researching pharmaceutical products, and they are


    celebrating theirtest breakthrough with a banquet


    tonight. I had a dancing instructor who would be


    performing a solo dance tonight, but she got injured and


    couldn’t take the stage. That’s when I remembered you,


    and you’re certainly skilled enough for that…”


    “Actually…” Irene quickly interrupted, “I can’t perform


    either.”


    She was pregnant, and dancing in heels was a no go.


    Moreover, Latin dance attire was skimpy and tight on the spots it covered, which would reveal her


    swelling belly.


    Ms. Lang became silent. “I see…”


    “Sorry,” Irene quickly added.


    “Actually, I think you could have a piano recital instead— I happened to see how well you yed for the


    students during one of your sses. To tell the truth, I’m not trying to push this on you, but we’re really


    one short and


    the schedule has been fixed. Every other instructor in the


    studio has their own programs, too.”


    Ms. Lang was asking earnestly, and Irene turned to nce at theundromat just then.


    It would have surely been difficult for Ms. Lang’s husband


    to research that anti-cancer medication, and their


    sess was certainly worth celebrating.


    Moreover, she could afford to wait another night.


    “Very well.”


    “Thank you!” Ms. Lang eximed happily. “I’ll make it worth your while.”


    Irene was not concerned if she did not profit from this, however-she did this mainly because Ms. Lang


    and her husband were good people.


    “Well, I’ll see you at eight tonight. The venue is No. 109,


    Dorime Pharmaceuticals, Cura Route.”


    “Okay,” Irene replied, and then asked, “Do I have to


    prepare anything else?”


    “No, of course not,” Ms. Lang replied. “Your presence is


    more than enough.”


    With that, Irene left theundromat. Since she was out


    anyway, she took a stroll instead of heading home


    immediately.


    Then, she noticed that some of the people around her


    were pointing and gesturing at her, so she had to head


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    back to the mansion-one must admit that the inte was certainly a tremendous influence in today’s


    world!


    Samantha’s drama had certainly damaged her reputation so thoroughly that she was being picked out


    even on the


    streets.


    When Mrs. Watson found her returning empty-handed, she asked, “Where’s theundry?”


    “There’s a few that weren’t done yet,” Irene smiled in reply. “I’ll pick them upter.”


    She arrived punctually at the designated venue.


    Ms. Lang had already prepared an exquisite gown for her.


    It looked a little like a wedding dress with itsyered


    frills,pletely concealing her stomach while entuating everything that made her beautiful: her


    thin neck, her beautiful corbones, and slim arms.


    While she was backstage, the makeup artist helped her put on light makeup-she was a natural beauty,


    and too much makeup would instead ruin her appearance.


    Ms. Lang then told her that she will be the first to


    perform on stage.


    4.***


    They were supposed to start with a dance number, but


    had to change because of the sudden change.


    The host began with a motivating speech, followed by a word from the CEO before the banquet


    formally began.


    As Irene slowly headed onstage, Mark Wickers — seated beside Isaac beneath the stage-asked the


    man, “Mr. Jefferson, do you happen to remember Ms. Spencer?”