The Runaway Groom

Chapter 270

Isaac left without pausing for a moment, even as Kathy started to bawl behind him.

Stan was puzzled.

Isaac wasn’t heartless, especially to those who helped

him.

“Mr. Jefferson?” Stan called out in uncertainty.

Isaac finally paused just as his fingers reached his car door handle. “Tell Quincy I won’t interfere if she rescued

his son.”

He was unmoved before, because he believed that the whole thing was an act–that Quincy and Kathy were working together.

And they certainly were–Quincy had even promised Kathy that she would be untouched. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Naturally, it was just deception on Quincy’s part; she knew that if they wanted Isaac to believe them, a mere act would never be convincing.

The instant Kathy agreed to play along, she was going to

be deflowered.

Stan quickly returned inside the house, but he was

already too late–Kathy was wailing tragically even as he passed Isaac’s message.

Quincy was laughing, as if she knew this would happen. Why walk away in the first place?”

As she entered the room, a crazed Kathy screamed at her, “You ruined me!”

All Quincy cared about was saving her son, but she took the time to walk up close to Kathy and whisper, “Did you think Isaac would’ve given in if I didn’t do this?”

Kathy stared daggers at her. “Did you think I’m an idiot? Do you think he would still like me after what you did?”

“Tut, tut. Think smart, kiddo, you can use this to guilt- trip him!” Quincy said charmingly. “You’re his savior, so act vulnerable and miserable–always remind him that you’re like this because he didn’t lift a finger to save you when he could. With that alone, you can hover around him Though it depends on you if you could steal his heart.”

Kathy actually believed Quincy. “Really?”

“Of course! Why would I lie to you?” Quincy said, continuing to bewitch Kathy. “Just do what I tell you, and he’s all yours. I mean, have you ever heard of my husband

having an affair?”

Kathy shook her head vehemently.

“Then trust me, and I can teach you how to win a man’s heart.” Quincy helped Kathy to her feet. “Remember – don’t say anything to Isaac, and just keep crying.”

Quincy naturally did not want Kathy to talk to Isaac, because the girl was so stupid she would definitely let slip something.

One must still concede that Quincy was as smart as she was ruthless, or she couldn’t have repeatedly made attempts on Isaac’s life.

Kathy nodded. “Fine! But you better promise me that Isaac will be mine!”

“I promise,” Quincy assured her with absolute

conviction, and Kathy believed her.

“Now, remember–just act miserable in front of them, as if you could die right this instant.” Quincy kept goading Kathy, to which she nodded.

“Don’t forget that now,” Quincy added.

“Okay.” Kathy nodded again, and Quincy finally handed her over to Stan.

Stan did not reach out to her–even if she was a victim, he still found her disagreeable.

“Come with me,” Stan said flatly.

As Kathy stepped out of the house, she was clutching her

own arms, her clothes now no more than rags and haring her shoulders. With her disheveled hair, her puffy eyes and her cheeks stained with tears, she was a tragic sight!

“Mr. Jefferson,” Stan said as he led her to him.

Isaac didn’t even look at them. “Have her sit in another

car.

“Yes, sir.”

Meanwhile, Kathy took Quincy’s advice to heart and kept sobbing as miserably as possible.

Stan had someone give her a jacket to drape over her shoulders. After settling her in, he returned to Isaac and asked, “What now, sir?”

He believed that this was their chance–Quincy was right inside, and she deserved death just for making more than a handful of attempts on Isaac’s life. The people they brought were perfect for the job too, since Quincy’s people looked like they could hardly hold their own.