The Runaway Groom
Chapter 927

Their car stopped outside the front entrance of Twinrise Enterprises. Stan alighted, walking around the car to open the door for Irene. Arching her back as she got out, she then stood upright before the building.

Even if she was not used to this, she did her best to make herself look imposing.

After all, she understood that if she appeared too weak in Isaac's absence, the company would fall to chaos.

She needed to look strong, even if she had to pretend!

Stan was actually concerned if Irene could keep everyone in line, but she never seemed to be cowed.

It afforded him slight relief.

But this time, Irene was not acting like before—she was solemn throughout, without a hint of a smile.

She had Stan gather the executives, but not in the conference room. She wanted to speak to them in full view of everyone in the building. Once everyone was there, Stan headed to Isaac's office to inform Irene. "Mrs. Jefferson..."

He found her sitting behind Isaac's desk, clicking on various pages about company management!

Stan was a little speechless... Was she doing some last-minute studying under these circumstances?

Irene certainly was—she had no experience otherwise.

All she did so far was not faint from taking the stage, but she knew nothing else!

She had to consider enrolling herself in business school when Isaac returned, or she would never understand the nature of his work. Closing the laptop, she rose to her feet. "Just checking out if there is anything I can use. It's not like I can learn anything on the fly."

"Of course," Stan replied.

Staring at him for a second, Irene then asked, "Do you think I won't be able to master this?"

Stan shook his head. "No, but..."

"But what?" Irene pressed.

“I think you should continue your career in medicine," Stan said.

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She was such a specialist that it was a waste she did not save more lives.

Irene pursed her lips—she loved the profession she chose as well.

If she married an average Joe who was willing to be a househusband, she would not have to give up on her career.

But she married Isaac, and he would never give up the empire of commerce for her sake!

As Stan opened the office door, Irene stepped outside—everyone was already there, waiting.

Even before she spoke, someone asked, "Word has it that Mr. Jefferson's plane crashed. Is he alright?"

After all, plane crashes were usually fatal.

She looked coolly at the person who asked that question and allowed her gaze to linger briefly on the other faces, observing all their reactions.

“I'm sure everyone found out about the plane crash in the news," she said. "There were two bodies found, but those were only the pilots. Stan Hill here was on the same plane too, but he's unscathed after landing with a parachute. Unfortunately, Isaac wasn't that lucky and was slightly hurt. He's now admitted to a hospital, and that's why I'm here—to tell you in his stead that there's nothing to worry about, and to continue working as you will."

She deliberately mentioned that she was there in Isaac's stead to indicate that she was there representing Isaac.

And what she said was certainly true—the pilots were the only ones announced dead, while Stan appeared perfectly fine.

If Isaac was really dead, would she still be able to stand there with such composure?

“There's been rumors spreading that Mr. Jefferson was killed in the crash,” someone said just then. "I knew he'd be fine! Someone must be trying to stir chaos here!"

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