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Chapter 429
Moreover, Isaac had definitely spent most of his recent time abroad, and Ian did hear rumors that his relationship
with Irene was strained-though there was just no solid evidence to prove it.
But the rumors turned out to be true?
"I don't believe you," Ian growled-he was not about to buy it that easily.
That was when Isaac hung up on him.
It actually left Ian wondering just then... that reaction certainly points to a rift between Isaac and Irene.
But could it just be Isaac trying to deceive him?
Ian was actually stumped.
Turning towards Irene, he asked, "You two got in a fight?"
For her part, Irene knew that Isaac was hung up over Yvaine's death and even understood it.
Even so, her heart broke to hear him suggest that he would never love his mother's murderer.
It was pure anguish.
Nonetheless, she worked hard to control her emotions. "You know already, don't you? Why do you even ask?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIan was watching her, and knew that the way she was withholding her pain was no pretense.
Even so, Isaac was cunning, and Irene proved that she was not that stupid.
Who knew if they were both together in the act?
After losing to Isaac so many times, Ian could not afford to lose again.
As such, he decided to keep her firmly under his control even if Isaac seemed not to care about her.
When Ian decided to call Isaac again, Isaac had already rendezvoused with James, who was still tracking Irene's
phone all the way south.
Isaac narrowed his eyes, and told Stan Hill to bring up a map.
Further up north was a bustling part of the city, along with its administrative zone-not the place where one would
commit a crime.
"Is there a problem? My boys have managed to track down the vehicle..."
Isaac gave him a look and asked, "You think this is normal?"
James looked at the map again, and turned silent for several seconds." Well, no, but-"
"But, what?" Stan cut him short. "She could very well have been parted from her phone!"
James had certainly been too worried to notice the discrepancy in details.
Now that he thought about it, it was weird that he managed to track down those perps so smoothly.
Ian had also been prepared for everything, and would definitely have thought of the possibility that Irene brought a
phone.
"Have your boys take down the people they're following, and we'll know what's going on," Stan said.
James quickly sent the word to his boys.
Bzzt-
Isaac's phone rang just then, and he glanced at the screen-it was Ian's number.
Stan said, "Don't."
They had yet to find where Ian's goons were keeping Tommy, and Ian himself was holding Irene hostage-they would
just play to his tune if they answered his call.
It was better to leave him hanging, and see what hand he would play.
Isaac, however, shot Stan a cold look and answered it anyway.
After all, what if Ian got desperate and killed all his hostages?
Even if he knew that he would lose any right to bargain, he had to take it— no one could stay calm when their loved
one was threatened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow that Yvaine was truly gone, Irene and Tommy were his only family.
He would not allow any harm to come to them.
Naturally, he would not let that show, and answered the phone coolly, "I thought I made myself very clear. What,
don't you get what I'm saying, or do you not have the capacity to verify rumors now?"
Isaac's last part was an especially painful ridicule, and Ian bristled like someone stepped on his tail.
How could he not be furious?
"You have one hour. Give me Remy, or I'll cut Irene into pieces to feed the fishes," Ian growled, and quickly hung up.
Turning to Irene, he asked, "Do you think he'd give up Remy for you?"
"Dream on," Irene replied icily. "I'm not worth that much."
"Actually, I think he'll show up," Ian said, fury still showing in his face even as he leaned against his chair. "I know
him-even if he feels nothing toward you, you're still his, and he'll do all he can to save you, if only to save face."
It would have been better if he left that unsaid.
Irene was scowling further after he did-lsaac would save her just to save face?
"You're wrong. He won't do anything so impractical when he has so little to gain. You really should give up already."
Ian suddenly chuckled. "Why don't we make a bet?" "What?” Irene stared at him warily.
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