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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 352
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Chapter 352

Ricky then quickly asked, “Should I come to you? Or are you free right now?”

Irene hesitated for a moment. “Where are you right now? I’ll come to you.”

“I’m in my office, but I’ll head home soon. See you there?”

“Okay,” Irene replied, and told Jimmy the chauffeur, “Head to Spencer Mansion–we’re not going home just yet.”

She then stared at her phone, hesitating for a moment before calling home.

It was Mrs. Watson who answered.

“Is Isaac there? Pass the phone to him if he is… Also, is Tommy being a good boy?”

“Yes, Tommy has been good… But as for Mr. Jefferson, he said he’s leaving the country for a while, and told me to

pack his things earlier. Didn’t he tell you?”

Irene hung her head as she remembered what Isaac said. “He did, but I didn’t know that he was leaving today. Did

he say when he’s coming back?”

“I’m afraid not,” Mrs. Watson replied.

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“I see…” Irene became a little forlorn, because she remembered that Isaac was clearly upset when he left.

She sighed–was he not going to let her explain herself at all?

“When would you be returning, ma’am?” Mrs. Watsons asked.

“Soon,” Irene replied and hung up.

She thought about calling Isaac, but his phone was turned off.

He mentioned leaving the country, and that most definitely meant by plane… if his phone was turned off, it could

mean that he had not gotten off his plane.

Putting away her phone and taking a moment to compose herself, she alighted once they arrived at Spencer

Mansion.

Ricky arrived before she did, and once he saw her, he said, “Come, take a look at this.”

Irene took the sheet of paper and frowned. “What’s this?”

“Records of a plastic surgery,” Ricky replied.

Irene narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying that Lindsay Slate had altered her face?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t find any photos of her before that. Also, although I never saw the face of the person who used

me against you and Isaac, I felt her resemblance to this person when I looked at her from the back.”

Irene took a seat on the couch.

The woman had plastic surgery, and used Ricky against her and Isaac… Did she hold a grudge against them?

Even as she read through the file, she suddenly remembered Whitney Cox.

She narrowed her eyes.

Could it really be Whitney?

While she was lost at sea, they never found a body, meaning that there was a chance that she survived.

The plastic surgery might have been to disguise her identity, which makes being a puppeteer more convenient.

Did that mean she tried to kill her and Isaac with that bomb too?

As everything clicked, she said, “That must be it.”

“What is it?” Ricky was utterly confused as to why she said that out of the blue.

Irene, however, was not in the mood to explain, and she needed evidence anyway.

The plastic surgery alone did not mean that Lindsay was Whitney, but trying to confirm it is not that difficult either.

She had attended the same medical school and worked at the same hospital as Whitney, so she knew Whitney well

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enough.

“What’s on your mind, sis?” Ricky asked, shaking her a little.

Coming to her senses, Irene replied, “It’s nothing.”

Giving up, Ricky said, “You hadn’t had dinner, right? Let’s go out together to eat–I’ll get my sister to join us.

Irene grabbed his arm right then. “I’m right here, though?”

“I meant Lulu,” Ricky said as if it made perfect sense. “She’s older than me and a best friend of yours. Don’t you

think I should call her sis too?”

Irene could not come up with an argument, and nodded. “Go on then.”

Ricky excitedly ran upstairs, and started dragging Lulu along, perhaps because she was reluctant. “Oh, come along

already! Irene is coming too!”

Lulu complained, “It’s fine if you both went alone…”

“You’re my sister too.” Rick stubbornly pulled her along.

“Urgh, you’re so pushy,” Lulu muttered, but played along helplessly.