The Runaway Groom
Chapter 312

Chapter 312

James appeared solemn and respectful as he said, “Mr. Jefferson? They've signed it.”

A deep voice spoke from the other end, “Good. Stick to the plan and keep reaching out. Don't let them. catch you before they inject their first batch of capital.”

“Of course,” James replied before hanging up and telling the chauffeur, “Let's go.”

Meanwhile, Isaac had just put away his phone and turned around when a soft body threw herself into his arms.

Irene then wrapped her arms around his neck-she had tied her hair into a ponytail and was dressed formally, her bright eyes twinkling as she smiled faintly. “I'm going to the interview soon. Do you think I'll make it?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Isaac put his hands around her waist and made a pensive face, which left Irene frowning and pouting with. her pink lips. “Don’t you have faith in my skill?"

"You have skills?” Isaac asked in return.

Irene was speechless for a moment, and stood on her toes to bite his lips, immediately leaving a row of bite marks.

He smiled. “Attempting mariticide, are we?"

As he spoke, he reached underneath her blouse and pinched her smooth, delicate skin.

It was at once aching and embarrassing, so Irene shot him a glare. “I'm leaving, or I'll be late-shouldn't leave a bad impression with the interviewer for that.”

With that, she escaped Isaac's arms, and he watched her leave with a faint smile.

She was always able to make him happy.

Outside, Irene told Jimmy the chauffeur where to go, and they quickly drove out.

She had to take a deep breath-she was feeling a little nervous since she had not been working for a while. Since the previous night, she had been preparing and revising materials and information for the interview, and read a book on the way as well.

Jimmy had always been a good driver who could keep the car steady, but he suddenly stopped.

“What's wrong?” Irene asked.

“There's someone in the way,” Jimmy said.

Irene wound down the window to find a group of people encircling something.

Jimmy said, “I'll go take a look.”

Irene nodded and kept reading, while Jimmy soon returned, “Sorry, ma'am, but I think someone passed out in the middle of the road.” Irene looked up, quickly put away her book and alighted. She squeezed her way through the crowd and found a rather old man lying on the ground

“Excuse me, please let me through. I'm a doctor-please let me check on him. Also, try to make space for

the patient so that he can breathe easier.”

Everyone promptly cleared a path at her voice, and kept their distance as instructed.

Irene first made sure that the man was lying flat on his back and checked for breathing, and then his heartbeat for how he went unconscious.

If it was something like a spinal problem, low glucose shock, or emotional distress, massaging the philtrum or the nerves under the feet could help.

If it was a heart attack and resuscitation was needed, keeping the patient level could help direct blood. flow up to the brain, improving circulation and helping them get revived right then.

Irene determined that it was the latter, and therefore applied the second method, and the patient slowly regained conscious thanks to her skill. The ambulance also arrived just then, and she helped him into the car. The onlookers also scattered, clearing the road and letting Irene’s car through.

However, the incident made her late for her interview, and she was not there when they called for her.

As such, she stayed at the waiting room until everyone was gone, and asked the interviewer why she was not called after other interviewees had left.

It was only then that she realized that she had been late.

“You're here for an interview, so you should at least be punctual. How are you going to be a good doctor if you don’t know how to manage your time?” the interviewer said impassively and sarcastically.

Irene explained, “Actually, I ran into="

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