The Runaway Groom
Chapter 889

Tina was looking at Irene apologetically, “Mrs. Jefferson..."

Irene asked, "Were you looking for me?"

Tina nodded.

"Well, just come in..."

Tina quickly shook her head, and seeing that she had her concerns, Irene asked, “Is there somewhere quiet?"

She was not that familiar with this place, after all.

"The stairs are usually quiet,” Tina suggested, and Irene followed her there.

After closing the doors behind them, Tina said, “I'm sorry, Mrs. Jefferson. I messed up."

“You should tell the person in charge if you messed up at work," Irene told Tina. "Not me. I won't meddle in this company's affairs."

Tina shook her head. "It's not about work."

"Then what is it?" Irene asked.

“I took a video of you receiving that scroll outside," Tina explained. "But when I sent it to the chat group among colleagues, they all said that it was just for show. I felt like I messed up, so I came to apologize." Irene appeared speechless for a moment, though she quickly got over it.

Still, she soon understood and asked, "What did they say?"

Tina quickly threw her hands up. “N-Nothing."

"No way," Irene said. "They must have said something else, right?" Tina hung her head, while Irene leaned against the wall and continued, “I rarely come here, so I would understand that people would talk about me."

Tina looked up right then. "You knew?"

"Yeah. I guess they must be talking about what Mrs. Jefferson is like, and why she managed to marry Mr. Jefferson?"

Tina stayed silent, but she might have admitted it.

Irene certainly understood why people would talk.

If she was someone of equal wealth and influence, she and Isaac would have held a grand wedding when they got married, and people would not speculate so much.

“I understand. You can get back to work."

"But..." Tina murmured. "I brought you a lot of trouble.”

“It's nothing. They'll only talk behind my back—none of them dare do it to my face," Irene said, giving Tina a clap on the shoulder. "Now go back to work, and try to keep your distance from me too. The others might ostracize you, calling you a sycophant or whatnot.”

"Oh, you seem to know a lot of workplace politics!" Tina exclaimed. "May I ask what your profession is?"

"I was a doctor," Irene flatly replied.

Tina's phone jingled just then, and she whipped it out to check what it was.

Another friend just sent a screenshot of the text group, with the highlight being a text that read: [Mrs. Jefferson is a doctor. Don't spout nonsense if you don't know! It's normal for patients and their families to bring doctors gifts too, so don't speculate as you like.] Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Tina quickly showed it to Irene. "Someone knows that too!"

Irene smiled. "Maybe!"

Her job was no secret anyway, and anyone more well-informed could find out.

Irene herself would not hide it either.

Moreover, this was a huge enterprise. The employees in the chat group were probably low-ranked too, so it would not be a surprise if they were not that well informed.

"Alright, you should get back to work now," Irene told Tina—she had to make Isaac his coffee too. "Don't mind what happened too much." "Okay," Tina said and left.

As for Irene, she quickly made Isaac's coffee, though he looked up at her when she returned. "What took you so long?"

Irene put his coffee where he could easily reach. "Was gossiping a little, so I was delayed."

"Who about?" he asked, staring fixedly at her.

"You." Irene smiled.

Then, Isaac smiled too.

"Wait, why are you smiling?" Irene asked.

“If it's gossiping about me, it's probably going to be why I'd marry you," he replied.

"Because I seduced you?" Irene asked.

Isaac leaned closer, his eyes fixed on hers. "Don't you agree?"

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