The Runaway Groom
Chapter 737

Chapter 737

However, Zachary wobbled in front of her before dropping to the floor with a thud.

Left dumbfounded, Irene promptly dropped to a crouch to check on him the next instant.

However, she found Zachary winking at her away from the others’ gazes.

Irene was speechless. He was pretending? Why?

While she was still confused, the bald man beckoned for his thugs to leave. Zachary quickly tugged on her sleeve and mouthed, "Com-pen- sa-tion." Irene realized with a start and sprang to her feet. "Stop! Are you trying to leave just like that after you caused injury?"

The bald man wheeled on her with a vicious glare. "Are you trying to swindle me?!"

“No, but he's unconscious and needs the hospital. You have to foot his bill," Irene said.

The bald man strode toward her right then, but Isaac stepped in between, his presence calm but intimidating. "What do you think you are doing?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"She's trying to swindle me."

The bald man naturally knew how far they went, since they did not hit Zachary anywhere else aside from the face, and not so hard that he would be knocked out.

Irene was naturally confident with Isaac around, and she kept insisting that Zachary was hurt. "He's already unconscious. Anything that happens next, including disability, is on you. Also-"

The bald man's cheeks twitched and he pointed at her. "Don't fuck with me -argh!”

He screamed before he could finish, while Irene did a double take too. She was staring at Isaac's hand, as he had grabbed the bald man's index finger and twisted it when the bald man began to snap at her. There was a crunch-the crisp sound of bone breaking, and it was now pointing at himself.

Irene frowned, while the bald man kept screaming.

"Are you people idiots?!" He then barked at his thugs, "Get over here! Kill him!"

However, his thugs had been staring at their phones, having been googling about Isaac.

They naturally would not lay a finger on a man as rich as powerful as him.

After all, most of them were more or less involved in crime, and once word of this got out, said record might surface, and they would lose way more than what they would gain.

Naturally, none of them would want to end up in jail.

"Should we just bail?" someone suggested.

"No. Baldie won't want us back if we do, and he might even get back at us for this."

"Then, what?"

Meanwhile, the bald man was kicked away and he was down on the ground, curling into a ball and clutching his hand as he screamed.

At the same time, he was still snapping at his thugs, "You pigs! I feed you for nothing!"

With that, someone withstood the pressure and snuck up to him, whispering, "You really should return the check, boss-that's Isaac Jefferson, and he'll come for us if he knows the painting is worthless and we conned him off thirty grand.”

The bald man's eyes flashed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

“I won't lie to you. Just look at his car, boss... And he also whipped out thirty grand like it was nothing. It's obvious that he's rich.”

The bald man glanced at the car then, and then at Isaac.

He seemed to forget the pain from his finger and shuddered.

Pushing himself to his feet, he took out the check and said, "Sorry, I didn't know who you were... It's all my fault, so please spare me?" Zachary got off the floor right then and promptly took the check.

"Don't bother swindling people from now on," he said, whipping out his wallet and throwing him all the cash. "That's all that painting was worth."

One of the bald man's thugs picked it up-it was just around 150 dollars, but the bald man said repeatedly, “It's plenty, it's plenty.”

With that done, they let the bald man and his thugs go.

Isaac then took Irene’s hand and started to leave, so Zachary followed." Wait up-"

Isaac suddenly wheeled on him with a sharp glare. "Fuck off!"

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