The Runaway Groom
Chapter 453

Chapter 453

Isaac stood loftily as he looked down upon lan as if he were an ant.

“I told you-you would wish you were dead."

lan stayed lying sprawled haggardly on the floor, his spite almost consuming himself.

His hands were shaking endlessly and his veins were bulging over the back of his hand!

They were both Jeffersons, and yet he had lost everything including his own dignity, while Isaac remained perched on his lofty branch.

Losing again was already humiliating, but he had to lose so thoroughly too!

Pushing himself up from the floor, his facial features contorted with rage even as he growled, "You're just scared, Isaac Jefferson. You're not manly enough to kill me with your bare hands. Do it if you dare, don't give me a reason to belittle you."

He suddenly dashed toward Isaac in a last-ditch effort to Kill him, but was subdued the instant he moved.

"Time for your meds, lan," the director of the asylum said just then.

lan struggled violently, but he was too weak to free himself.

Ever since he had been brought in, they had been injecting him with a drug every day.

It would leave his muscles enfeebled and withering, denying him even the strength to kill himself.

That was exactly the case for the present. Once injected, they immediately threw him down on the floor, not afraid that he might escape.

After all, he did not have the strength, and there was a tracker implanted in his body.

He was never getting away.

Naturally, the feeling of not even being able to die... left him wishing he was dead.

Even so, he reared his head and laughed crazily.

“Isaac... You didn't really win, did you? You'll suffer for the rest of your life because Irene Spencer is dead! Hahaha... I tried everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and having an attendant send her that note. I would've caught her if she fell for it and went upstairs alone, but she didn't.

I then turned my sights on your kid while you're gone, and it worked perfectly! My whole plan went so smoothly just because you were abroad!

Even if I'm now your prisoner, I didn't really lose-I killed Irene Spencer!" Every mention of Irene’s name left Isaac's expression darkening.

He was the one who sent that note at Zachary's wedding?

Isaac had certainly been careless-he should have been more wary, and Irene would have been safe.

Turning around, he growled, "I don't want to hear his voice."

The director understood and had someone gag lan before having him clobbered.

More or less satisfied, Isaac then left the room with the director in tow, saying, “There will be more donations today."

"Thank you, Mr. Jefferson!" the director quickly said. "Blue Hill Mental Asylum would not be still standing if not for you."

"Just keep him alive," Isaac said flatly.

"Of course," the director assured him. "We will be keeping a constant eye on him, and he will eventually lose his mind, mingling with the real loonies.’

With that, Isaac got into his car without another word and headed to his office.

The building was actually the old Light Group headquarters, now used as an office for Remy. Light Group had also been renamed Twinrise after Isaac acquired the company in its entirety.

He was sitting behind his desk when James entered, handing him a document envelope. "Mr. Jefferson, I think this woman is looking for your mother's grave."

Isaac did not open the envelope, but he had a hunch who she might be.

Even so, he asked, "Who is it?"

“I've checked, it's Mick Gooding's daughter with..." James kept his gaze lowered as he allowed his voice to trail off. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He did not want to mention Yvaine Lynd, just as he had no idea how Isaac was going to react to the daughter she had with Mick.

"I don't want to see her in this country,” Isaac growled, opening another folder instead, scanning through the contents swiftly before putting his signature on it.

"Yes, sir,” James replied, but just as he turned, someone barged into the office.

Debbie the secretary was glaring at the woman but told Isaac humbly, “I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson. She forced her way in-l couldn't stop her." Debbie had immediately requested to be transferred back to the country after learning that Irene had died, and James agreed to it since he needed the help here.

Right now, Isaac was getting difficult to handle, and having another person would make things much easier.

That being said... What was this woman doing here?!

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