The Runaway Groom
Chapter 925

Irene was still moody on the flight to Cloud City, and it was written all over her face.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked. "You're scowling although the patient was saved."

Irene came to her senses right then, and she sighed even as she glanced at him. "I'm thinking about something else.”

"Oh," Brian replied, and he did not bother her again.

Irene then said, “Thank you for your help."

"Oh, it's fine," Brian replied—it was actually not a big deal, and Irene would not have asked him if it was not that important.

Moreover, he owed her—he would never have become director of Hotmesh Research if not for her, since he had always been a loner who did not have influences to call upon.

He was convinced that he would not amount to much in life, and he was surprised to have such an opportunity appear in his life.

"Are things going well at work?" Irene asked—things certainly had been rough for her when she first became director herself.

Brian knew that too. He said, "Well, they're more accepting of me since I'm old and I've been working there for a while. Things were a little different for you, with the rest having trouble accepting you since you're too young and since you were airdropped to the post of director.”

Irene thought about it, and she had to agree.

Soon, their flight landed in Cloud City, and Stan was waiting for Irene at the airport while she said goodbye to Brian.

As they got into the car and left, Irene was leaning against the window, her eyelids heavy. "Where are we going now?"

"To a hotel. You need some rest," Stan replied.

Irene looked up at him from the rearview mirror. “James asked you to come with me to Twinrise, didn't he?"

"That can wait. We'll be staying a day anyway, and you need some rest after traveling back and forth—"

“I'm not tired," Irene said. "I can't sleep even when I lie down, so let's not waste our time and get this done, then return to Franconia.” Moreover, there was still no word on Isaac, while her sons were still there—how could she feel at ease?

"Okay," Stan replied, stopping the car in front of the hotel. “Your clothes and anything else you would need are prepared in your room."

Her clothes were certainly too wrinkled to be presentable.

Irene alighted, inadvertently using her wounded foot, and it hurt a lot. She remembered the spray ointment Eagle gave her and took it out of her bag, spraying some on the swollen part of her leg.

It had a cooling sensation and a strong scent, but Irene felt it take effect soon enough, and her foot did not hurt so much.

She then took a shower at her hotel room,

After that, she changed into fresh clothes and put on heavy makeup to hide her pallid face.

Bzzt—

Her phone vibrated on her desk, and she picked it up while applying lipstick with her other hand.

However, after she glanced at the text, she froze.

She did not tap on it, because the notification alone shocked her.

Her fingers were shaking as she tapped on the whole text, and she sprang to her feet. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Stan!" she called out once she stepped outside, though Stan was already waiting for her outside.

"You're ready? Let's go—"

Stan trailed off when he saw that Irene was still holding her lipstick and wearing her slippers.

Even her hair was still wet—a clear sign that she was not prepared.

On the other hand, Irene's throat seemed to clench from excitement, as if she suddenly could not speak.

It had not been that long, but her face was red from pent-up emotion. She simply raised her hand, holding up her phone screen in front of Stan. "Look!"

Stan lowered his eyes to the screen and saw the text...

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