The Runaway Groom
Chapter 483

Chapter 483

It was hell on earth.

She saw a woman with dreadlocks whose skin was as dark as coal. She looked just like a hippopotamus, but she was only dressed in a pink tank top that was as thin as a feather.

For some reason or another, Harvey was lying still as she straddled him, looking like he would rather be dead.

It was too stimulating a scene for Irene, so she quickly turned around, and found James had appeared behind her without her notice.

“Dr. Tanner. Were you looking for Harvey?"

"Yes," she calmly replied. "He's a patient, so I was just checking on him..."

"How dutiful of you," James growled with contempt.

Not sure why she deserved that, Irene pointed out, "I had been dutiful when I treated Mr. Jefferson as well. Is there anything that you find unsatisfactory, Mr. Cross?"

“You know very well what you've done, so drop the pretenses. We're only targeting Harvey and sparing you because you're so ugly, and there won't be a place for you anywhere if you're fired. Count your blessings."

Irene was speechless and even more confused now!

Meanwhile, James continued with a look of schadenfreude. "Anyway, Harvey's exploits would soon be known in Zidonia. Let's see if he can hold his head high when he returns!"

Irene thought she knew what was happening but not really.

Still, she started to leave, since there was no way she could discuss anything with Harvey now.

As she got in the elevator and pressed the button to go downstairs, James put a hand between the elevator doors just as they were about to close.

Irene stood aside for him, and he kept his eyes forward. "How much did Harvey pay you?"

While Irene was left confused, he continued. "Don't pretend. Harvey himself came clean that he paid you to harass Mr. Jefferson, and we're just repaying a favor. That woman we found is certainly uglier than you, and she's pinning him in bed all by herself while everyone watches..." Irene flinched-so Harvey did not lose his mind, and was not having a sudden impulse for exhibitionism...

It was Isaac's payback.

He did not have to lie to Isaac, like that, however... He knew Isaac was no angel, too, and played with fire anyway...

Whatever.

There was nothing to say now that things had come to this.

There was a jingle just before the elevator stopped, and Irene got out first.

James followed, but turned toward the front desk to check out.

Irene heard him and stopped. "You're leaving, Mr. Cross?"

James ignored her-he felt earnestly repulsed since learning that Harvey had hired her.

Still, Irene did not say anything as she turned to leave.

That was when a woman wobbled her way through the entrance, and Irene saw that it was Erin Gooding.

Irene also smelled a heavy scent of alcohol as Erin walked past her, and it was obvious that Erin was very drunk.

Arriving at the front desk, Erin slammed her purse on the counter and snapped, "Give me a room."

James frowned when he saw her. "What are you doing here?"

Isaac had already spoken to Mick Gooding, did he not?

She should not be showing up around them after that...

"James Cross." Erin narrowed her eyes as she hiccuped. "Happy now?" 1

"As long as you're not bugging me,” James said shortly.

Erin suddenly sprawled herself over the marble counter, blinking and then started to baw! in the next instant!

“argh!”

James cowled. "What are you doing?"

“Its all because of you! You did this to me! Urgh...”

Her cries were loud and drew a lot of attention, leaving James flustered, * Stop it-people wil misunderstand. What did I do to you anyway?"

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“What truth?" James pressed.

Was there something he did not know?

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