The Runaway Groom

Chapter 283

Chad’s wife had executed her plan meticulously-she even managed to misdirect Stan, who had traced the message she sent to Isaac back to lan’s casino ship.

Now that Isaac had turned against his family and were on the brink of conflict, she could naturally place the blame on the other Jeffersons. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Moreover, everyone believed that she was dead.

No one would even suspect her.

Jimmy the chauffeur started looking around the hospital as the skies darkened, but Irene was nowhere to be found.

Hence, he called Isaac, who had just returned home and was standing just outside the door, to inform him of that. “What?!”

“Mrs. Jefferson is missing,” Jimmy repeated, sweat forming over forehead just then-he was worried that Isaac would be furious if harm came to Irene.

“How long has she been gone?” Isaac demanded.

“It’s probably been seven hours now. I parked the car after she left, and I never saw her since. I thought she would be busy, so I waited, but she never came out, and she wasn’t anywhere when I looked…”

Isaac snapped, “Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on her?”

Jimmy might be a chauffeur, but his main profession was as a bodyguard…

But he had lost her!

Knowing that he had been careless, Jimmy apologized. “I’m sorry.”

That was not what Isaac wanted to hear just then. “Where did you lose her?”

“Central Hospital, over at the Second Militarized Zone.”

Isaac promptly hung up and turned around, calling Stan even as he strode back to his car. However, someone called his phone before he could call Stan, and it was from Irene’s number.

He quickly answered it.

“Irene…?”

“It’s Ricky,” Ricky said icily over the phone. “Come to the unfinished building at Big Short. You’d better come alone if you want to save her, or I can’t promise that you’d actually see her again.”

“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Isaac said calmly and steadily.

There was a lack of emotion in his voice, and Ricky could not even see his face, but he felt an intangible yet suffocating pressure nonetheless!

Clearly inexperienced and unable to match Isaac’s assertiveness, Ricky had to feign

composure. “That depends entirely on you.”

Isaac promptly got in his car and drove to the address Ricky gave. It was a grim and barren place, its surroundings littered with cracked boulders, moss-covered bricks, and rusted steel frames.

He alighted and strode into the building, but found no one.

That was when his phone rang again with another text from Irene’s phone: [Sorry, wrong address. It’s the East Docks.]

Ricky had clearly sent it, and he was obviously messing with Isaac.

He scowled, but decided that he could not do anything to him, since he had Irene.

Returning to his car, he drove to the East Docks, but his phone jingled again with another text from Ricky when he was about to get down.

[Oh, I’m so sorry. I made another oopsie.]

Isaac simply kept staring at the screen, knowing that Ricky would keep texting him.

[Go back to the first location.]

Restraining his temper, Isaac started his car again and returned to the unfinished building.

As he stopped, he did not get off immediately-who knows if Ricky was ‘childish’ enough to make another ‘oopsie’?

He alighted when Ricky did not, and headed upstairs via the bare concrete stairs. This time, he found Irene!