NovelEnglishChapter 173
With those words, Issac got out of the car, slamming the door with a loud bang.
Irene flinched.
“Isaac?”
That night…
It was him?
She dragged her sore body out of the car and tried to give chase, only to realize suddenly that she was
buck naked.
Pulling a shirt to hide her chest, she yelled, “Get back here, Isaac Jefferson!”
There was only darkness in the underground parking lot, and the echoes of her own voice were her
answer. The hazard lights were flashing, but he was nowhere to be seen.
He was gone.
Irene laughed, and soon tears covered her face.
She was no slut–she had only been with one man, and it was Isaac!
She suddenly had a slight desire for him… to be with him!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe sniffled loudly, and ignored her pain as she picked up her own clothes.
She had decided that she would go to Henry, and tell him that Tommy was no bastard, but was Isaac’s
son!
After putting on her clothes, her knees suddenly caved and she almost slipped, but managed to catch
the car door in time.
She tied her disheveled hair behind her head, and her footsteps echoed within the vastness of the
parking lot in the night.
She left and hailed a taxi by the road.
On the top floor, Issac was standing before the curtain window of his own office. There was a river in
the distance, illuminated by rows of street lights that reflected faintly off his face, keeping his visage
indistinct.
Knock, knock
“Come in,” he growled.
Stan entered. “Mr. Jefferson.”
Isaac had one hand in his pocket as the other straightened his collar. “Head to the security room and
delete the footage from the basement parking lot. You don’t have to go to Spencer Holdings from now
on, and tell Mrs. Watson to throw every single one of Irene Spencer’s belongings from my mansion. I
don’t want to see any traces of her.”
Stan lowered his head. “Sir…”
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“Do it.” Isaac refused to listen to reason.
He had believed that Irene would eventually see that he was sincere, but it turned out that she had a
heart of stone.
She refused to fall for him no matter what he did, even persistently shoving him to other
women.
Even so, Stan could not help asking, “Because of Kathy York?”
Isaac himself had ordered Kathy’s sacking, only to arrange a job for her later.
She must be special to him, or Isaac would not have broken his own rules.
However, Isaac actually only remembered Kathy when Stan mentioned her, and said, “That reminds
me. Head over to the manor tomorrow, get the silver crucifix, and give it to Kathy York-
“But that’s very important to you, Mr. Jefferson!” Stan could not stay calm just then.
Was Isaac really moving on? Had his passing fancy for Irene already expired, and he now had his eyes
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmon Kathy?
“It’s not important now. I’m just returning it to the rightful owner,” Isaac said flatly.
Stan understood right then. “The silver crucifix… belongs to Kathy York?”
Isaac was silent, but he might well have said yes.
While he was aware that his grandfather had arranged for Kathy to show up in his life from the very
start, he did not know that Kathy claiming ownership of the silver crucifix was Henry’s ploy as well.
One must say that Moneypenny’s idea was perfect–at the very least, Isaac never caught on to their
plans on that front.
Irene stormed into Jefferson Manor once her taxi arrived.
Moneypenny was not around, so she went straight to Henry.
The old man was mulling over his chessboard, and had yet to retire to bed.
Irene’s sudden intrusion actually left him puzzled. “Why are you here? And this late at night?”
She cut to the chase. “Give me back my son.”
That actually left Henry confused. “What?”
“You took my son, and threatened me to drug Isaac so that he would sleep with Kathy York. Those
were all done under your orders, no?” Irene said icily. “Also, know that the child is I-
“But I never took your son,” Henry said, putting down the chess piece he was holding.
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