The Runaway Groom

Chapter 297

That was the reason why Quincy was so eager to have lan take over as Light Group’s CEO. After she cajoled Henry, it was inevitable that lan was here today!

And now that they had leverage against Isaac, Henry could actually be harsh with Isaac.

“What about you, Isaac? Do you have anything to say?”

Isaac was busy pretending to be shocked and upset, as if he never expected this to happen.

He even made a show of scolding Stan in front of everyone. “What do I pay you for? How could you let this document leak out?!”

“Sorry, sir… I don’t know what happened either!” Stan exclaimed.

lan snorted coldly right then. “Just give it a rest already. This isn’t the time for you to scold your boy for being incompetent-everyone would inevitably find out the moment you decided to keep this from us… To think that I always believed that you were above the rest, but I guess this is all you amounted to.” Stan appeared upset and argued, “What are you talking about? Everyone makes mistakes, and don’t you know how valuable Mr. Jefferson made this company?! What right do you have to speak like that?”

“Sure he did, but the company also lost hundreds of millions because of him. That’s reality, and a man like that is not fit to be CEO, and no one would buy into his policies anymore.”

One of the board members bribed by Quicny quickly spoke up for lan, “That’s right! I think lan is more capable of leading Light Group to a better future, and he is a Jefferson too!”

Isaac began, “I’ve been leading the company to new heights over the years-”

“Save it. That’s all in the past now.” Someone promptly cut him short.

No one would have spoken to Isaac like that before, but they all grew a spine now that they knew the Jeffersons wanted to topple him!

However, this was exactly what Isaac wanted, and so he acted as if he could not do anything against the current situation and said with despondence, “In that case, I resign my position as CEO.”

Rising to his feet, he told Stan, “Let’s clear everything out by today.”

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied, and cast a cool glance at the board members, snorting.

They were certainly snakes-after Isaac worked so hard to build so much for them, they turned against him at the drop of a hat, showing zero inclination to overlook it for old times’ sake.

After they left, however, Isaac did not actually head to his office. He was already at the elevator, ready to leave, while Stan made a show of going to his office to clean up, even though they had already moved out everything important.

It was just cheap theatrics.

“Mr. Jefferson…” Debbie the secretary called out as she approached him.

“Talk to Stan,” Isaac told her. “He’ll make the arrangements for you.”

“Okay,” Debbie hung her head, even as the elevator jingled and Isaac left.

He was already gone when she looked up, but she kept staring at the elevator doors for a long while!

When Isaac returned to his hospital ward, Irene was lounging on the couch when she heard him come in. She quickly stood up, walked up to him, and asked, “Did everything go well?”

“Yeah,” Isaac said lightly.

“I have to look at your bandages now,” Irene said as she helped him unbutton his suit.

He should not be wearing anything tight given his injury, since it would rub against his injury and affect its recovery.

Once it was off, Irene immediately saw that his cuts and bruises were once again swollen red, and it was just as gruesome as it had been when she first saw it. It pained her heart to see that, and she slowly reached for it, apprehensive about touching it.

She laughed at herself inwardly then-she was a surgeon and often wielded the scalpel. Why was she being afraid? She had seen worse cases than this during surgery.

However, it was likely she felt this way because she cared about him, and it was natural that doctors never operate on family members. They would let their colleagues do it instead, because nerves might get to them and cause them to make mistakes.

“Lie down,” she said.

Isaac hence lay on his stomach over his bed, since he was hurt in his back, making it easy for Irene to tend to his injury. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Irene took a deep breath to compose herself, and managed to do so quickly thanks to her experience as a doctor. She quickly prepared the medicine and went to work, cleaning his wounds while telling him about her day… and that was when she remembered the journalist she met in court, and suddenly remembered Whitney Cox as well.

Right! That woman resembled Whitney so much!

“Could it be her?” she mumbled.

Isaac missed what she said. “What?”