The Runaway Groom

Chapter 269

Stan had to pass Quincy’s message to Isaac, who stopped and turned to stare at him. “What?!”

Stan repeated Quincy’s message, and asked, “What would she want with Kathy?”

Isaac held out his hand. “Give me the phone.”

Stan did so, and he asked coldly, “What do you want?”

Quincy went straight to the point. “I heard Kathy saved you from drowning that one time. Everything you owned now would’ve been my son’s if you died back then–did you think I’d spare her after she ruined my schemes?”

“What do you want?” Isaac repeated.

“Cutting to the chase already? Good. Since Kathy saved you, she must be important to you, right? So let’s make an exchange–Kathy for my son. How about that?”

After Quincy had met Kathy, she found out that Kathy was fond of Isaac, and they had agreed to work together.

As she carried out her scheme, Quincy remembered that she could use this to force Isaac to make an exchange, and save her own son.

“Your son isn’t with me,” Isaac said, while giving Stan a

look–the latter understood and quietly left to track

down Quincy.

“Oh, you’re smart, Isaac–but I’m not stupid either. Don’t interfere, and I can save my son without issue.”

“What if I said no?” Isaac growled.

“Then my people will take their turns having their way with Kathy York. Could you really bear to see that happen? She’s your savior. Are you really not going to lift a finger?”

She breathed ‘your savior‘ with emphasis–she had

always denied pushing Isaac into that pond since there was no evidence against her, and now, she was basically bragging about it.

Isaac naturally knew it was her, but she remained

untouched because of Henry.

Now that the truce was broken, there was no reason for

her to hide it.

Isaac laughed coldly. “Wrong number, ma’am. You should be talking to the police.”

With that, he hung up. Stan had already got her position.

“Gather your men,” Isaac ordered.

Stan promptly did so, and they all arrived half an hour

later.

Quincy seemed to be expecting their arrival, and didn’t appear at all surprised.

“That was quicker than I thought,” she smiled. “I actually expected you to take an hour to get here.”

Isaac didn’t bother with the preamble. “She did save me, but if she dies, I’ll just get her a good coffin.”

With that, he turned and started to leave. “How heartless! Not helping your savior? There’s no reason for me to hold back, then.”

She clapped her hand, and the curtain behind her parted, revealing a glass wall, behind of which was the room where Kathy was kept–tied to a table, her limbs spread wide apart while six men stood around her. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

It took Quincy considerable effort to set this up.

Rearing her chin at Isaac, she snapped, “Leave, and those men will each have a turn with her!”

Stan himself almost snapped right there and then. Quincy

Moore was certainly a monster–she was a woman too! How could she do this to another woman?! Was she really not afraid that she would suffer the same way?!

Isaac, however, merely gave them a passing glance without so much as a change in expression.

Remaining impassive, he said, “Do whatever you want- we’re leaving, Stan.”

As he strode off, Quincy gestured for her men to get going.

While Kathy and Quincy had agreed to work together, the men weren’t playing around.

“No!!!” she screamed in fear as they tore off her clothes.