Chapter 925


    The Runaway Groom Chapter 925


    Irene was still moody on the flight to Cloud City, and it was written all over her face.


    “What’s wrong?” Brian asked. “You’re scowling although the patient was saved.”


    Irene came to her senses right then, and she sighed even as she nced at him. “I’m thinking about


    something else.”


    “Oh,” Brian replied, and he did not bother her again.


    Irene then said, “Thank you for your help.”


    “Oh, it’s fine,” Brian replied—it was actually not a big deal, and Irene would not have asked him if it was


    not that important.


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    Moreover, he owed her—he would never have be director of Hotmesh Research if not for her,


    since he had always been a loner who did not have influences to call upon.


    He was convinced that he would not amount to much in life, and he was surprised to have such an


    opportunity appear in his life.


    “Are things going well at work?” Irene asked—things certainly had been rough for her when she first


    became director herself.


    Brian knew that too. He said, “Well, they’re more epting of me since I’m old and I’ve been working


    there for a while. Things were a little different for you, with the rest having trouble epting you since


    you’re too young and since you were airdropped to the post of director.”


    Irene thought about it, and she had to agree.


    –


    Soon, their flightnded in Cloud City, and Stan was waiting for Irene at the airport while she said


    goodbye to Brian.


    As they got into the car and left, Irene was leaning against the window, her eyelids heavy. “Where are


    we going now?”


    “To a hotel. You need some rest,” Stan replied.


    Irene looked up at him from the rearview mirror. “James asked you toe with me to Twinrise, didn’t


    he?”


    “That can wait. We’ll be staying a day anyway, and you need some rest after traveling back and forth


    —”


    “I’m not tired,” Irene said. “I can’t sleep even when I lie down, so let’s not waste our time and get this


    done, then return to Franconia.”


    Moreover, there was still no word on Isaac, while her sons were still there—how could she feel at


    ease?


    “Okay,” Stan replied, stopping the car in front of the hotel. “Your clothes and anything else you would


    need are prepared in your room.”


    Her clothes were certainly too wrinkled to be presentable.


    Irene alighted, inadvertently using her wounded foot, and it hurt a lot.


    She remembered the spray ointment Eagle gave her and took it out of her bag, spraying some on the


    swollen part of her leg.


    It had a cooling sensation and a strong scent, but Irene felt it take effect soon enough, and her foot did


    not hurt so much.


    She then took a shower at her hotel room,


    After that, she changed into fresh clothes and put on heavy makeup to hide her pallid face.


    Bzzt—


    Her phone vibrated on her desk, and she picked it up while applying lipstick with her other hand.


    However, after she nced at the text, she froze.


    She did not tap on it, because the notification alone shocked her.


    Her fingers were shaking as she tapped on the whole text, and she sprang to her feet.


    “Stan!” she called out once she stepped outside, though Stan was already waiting for her outside.


    “You’re ready? Let’s go—”


    Stan trailed off when he saw that Irene was still holding her lipstick and wearing her slippers.


    Even her hair was still wet—a clear sign that she was not prepared.


    On the other hand, Irene’s throat seemed to clench from excitement, as if she suddenly could not


    speak.


    It had not been that long, but her face was red from pent-up emotion.


    She simply raised her hand, holding up her phone screen in front of Stan. “Look!”


    Stan lowered his eyes to the screen and saw the text…