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Chapter 750
Erin Gooding poked her head into the door, and sensing that she had been intruding, she apologized.
"Sorry. I was looking for..."
She turned toward Irene, who caught the look and glanced at the time.
"Ten minutes," she said.
Erin nodded in response and closed the door, standing outside as she waited.
Soon, people filed out of the meeting room, with Irene the last to exit, carrying stacks of papers in her arms.
"Is something up?" Irene asked.
Erin nodded, so she said, "Let me return these to my office first."
Erin waited once more as she did, and once Irene stepped out this time, she came up to Irene with a smile. "James
called me, telling me to pick the date. I think I should return to Minerva to tell my father too." "As you should." Irene
agreed-getting married was a big deal, and Erin should tell her father about it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt'Your work is really busy, huh? You must not have had dinner since that meeting lasted for a while, right? It's my
treat."
Though Irene was going to head home, she agreed to it since she did not want to disappoint Erin. "Sure!" "I know
this place that has sweetened lamb racks, and it's quite close. Let's go!"
Irene asked, "You liked sweet food?" "Yes... though I'm worried. They say that craving sour food means it's a boy,
while spicy food means it's a girl... Does that mean my baby would be something else?" "Don't say that!" Irene
exclaimed.
Erin smiled-she was just joking anyway. Like everyone else, all she wanted was a healthy, adorable baby!
"If I had a daughter, does that mean we can have her betrothed to your sons?”
Irene glanced at her sideways. "Aren't you their aunt?" 'We're not related by blood at all." '1 was hoping my sons
had an aunt," Irene said, though she was mainly being thoughtful about Isaac, since he had no other family.
Erin was a good person, and having her as a sister was good.
Her sons having an aunt also made it more a family too.
"Alright, I'll be an aunt to your children. Your sons can pamper my daughter ... Actually, you should have more sons,
so she would be pampered even more." "...Or you can just have a son after your daughter," she said. "I'd rather I
had a daughter too." "You can," Erin said, locking arms with her then. "You're young!"
Irene pursed her lips.
She had three reasons not to do it, with the first being that her body would not allow it, and the second being her
wish to live up to Dennis's hopes for her.
And there was still the lingering trauma from the mess with Harvey Gooding.
Deliberately changing the subject, she asked, "Where's the restaurant? Are we there yet?"
Erin pointed opposite the road. "It's just right there-"
Before she finished, an MPV screeched to a halt in front of them, and the door opened to seven men leaping out,
surrounding them.
Irene became guarded right then and shielded Erin behind herself since Erin was pregnant.
Glaring at them right then, she said, "Who are you?" 'Which of you is Irene Spencer?" the man in the lead asked-he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwas lanky, had a long scar over his face, and appeared utterly intimidating.
Erin squeezed Irene's arm before she could speak, gesturing for her to stay quiet since those men were clearly
after her.
"What business do you have with Irene Spencer?" Erin reared her chin with feigned composure. "You'd better leave
or I'll shout for help."
The lanky man narrowed his eyes. "You're Irene?" "...I am. What about it-"
The men charged forward and grabbed her before she could finish, and Irene quickly cried, "Let her go! I'm Irene!"
"Dream on! We're supposed to take her!" The lanky man pried her hand off right then.
"Sis! Sis-" Erin cried in terror.
"You've got it wrong. I am Irene," Irene once again told the lanky man.
"Really?" The lanky man glanced between her and Erin.
Having no way to be sure, he told his goons, "Take them both."
But before he could reach out to grab Irene, a blur bounded forward, launching a kick at the lanky man with
lightning speed!
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