Chapter 792


    The Runaway Groom Chapter 792


    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 rose to his feet.


    Still, Irene remained calm andposed.


    “Finn? Get us something to drink, please,” she said, and entered the conference room with a smile.


    “Sorry to keep you waiting—I was held up. Please, sit.”


    Professor Lowe was not at all old.


    Sporting a pair of ck-rimmed sses, he did not appear to be a day older than forty and had the air


    of someone cultured and slightly conservative.


    He was quite candid as well. “Director Spencer, I’vee personally to meet you to apologize… but I


    have to turn down yourmission.”


    Irene sat down and asked, “Why? Do I not pay you enough? I can add more money if that’s what you


    need.”


    Professor Lowe shook his head. “I’m sorry.”


    Irene held his gaze for several heartbeats and said, “I don’t think you’re the type of person to break


    promises, and it may be very likely that you’re in trouble and were forced to turn me down. Why don’t


    you take your time and tell me about it? I’ll see if I can help.”


    Professor Lowe was actually surprised by Irene’s sudden offer and was actually drawn to it for a


    moment.


    However, it was not something he could easily talk about, and it left him in a dilemma just then.


    Irene was in no hurry and quietly waited while Finn returned, bringing them their drinks.


    Irene gestured for him to put the ss in front of Professor Lowe, who simply sat there.


    It was not until an hourter that he made up his mind. “I can tell you, but only you alone.”


    Irene promptly told Finn to leave the room and to shut the door behind him.


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    After Finn was gone, she said, “What is it? You can just tell me.”


    Professor Lowe still had trouble speaking up, and it took a while for him to finally say, “Look, someone


    set me up, and I was forced to sign an agreement with them,missioning my work to them.”


    “They? Who’s they?” Irene pressed.


    “They’re working on an artificial heart too, and I know for a fact that they’re in it for the money,”


    Professor Lowe replied. “That’s why I refused to work with them, but the truth is that they were already


    trying to recruit me before you came to me. They must have found out about our nned agreement,


    so they set me up so that I was forced toply.”


    Irene was quiet for a moment. “Forced you toply? How?”


    Profesor Lowe hung his head. “With a honey-trap.”


    With that, he turned towards Irene with a pleading look. “Please, you have to help me—I don’t want to


    work with them, but I don’t want to lose my family either. What if my wife sees the photos I have? What


    would she think of me? And how am I going to face my children? My life would be over if that


    happens…”


    Irene did not say anything immediately, since they needed a solution that would cover all corners.


    “You can’t help me either, huh?” The light in Professor Lowe’s eyes started to fade just then.


    “Let me think about it,” Irene said and got to her feet. “Calm down for the time being. I’ll make a call—


    we might turn things around just yet.”


    “Really? Okay, I’ll wait!” Professor Lowe eximed, his fingers clenching on his ss as he felt hopeful


    again.


    Irene left the conference room and stood in front of a window, whipping out her phone after a brief


    hesitation.


    However, before she could call Isaac, there was a news notification that left her pausing!