Chapter 411
Mr. Townsend shot Mr. Little a look. “Isaac may have left Light Group, but he hasn’t left commerce. What, are you
interested in a partnership with him?”
Mr. Little was left wanting to hide himself even as blushed, his cheeks scarlet as if he had too much to drink. “I
would love to, but I don’t think Mr. Jefferson would need one.”
Mr. Townsend was naturally experienced enough to tell what was going on. His shrewd eyes darted between Mr.
Little and Isaac, and he grinned broadly as he surmised what happened just then. “Well, Isaac is involved in too
many megaprojects to pick up small businesses.”
Then, turning back to Isaac, he asked, “By the way, what is this I heard about you acquiring Silverpond?” Mr. Little
was left thunderstruck right then.
Silverpond? That bank had been in business for over a century!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“You have sharp ears, Mr. Townsend,” Isaac said as he clinked glasses with him again.
“Honestly, the way your empire has expanded…” Mr. Townsend sighed in awe, and flashed a thumb up at Isaac.
Meanwhile, the bride’s parents had made their grand entrance into the wedding hall. They were among the most
important figures present for the day, and there were naturally many guests who approached them in greeting and
brief exchanges.
Isaac did not want to get involved, but they would go to him even if he did not go to them, meaning that socializing
was inevitable.
On the other hand, Irene was worried that Ricky would cause a scene, so she told Isaac quietly, “Ricky is here. I
think he’s up to something, so I’ll go look for him.”
“Okay,” Isaac said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “You watch out too.”
He was very close, and his warm breath was sprinkled over her neck, causing her heart to skip a beat.
For a split second, she felt warmth–even if Yvaine’s death had set them apart, he still cared about her.
“Okay,” she said meekly.
Mr. Townsend glanced at Irene just then, but did not say a word–which bigwig these days did not have a lover?
In fact, Mr. Townsend himself had four mistresses when he was young, along with dozens of girlfriends.
As such, he would avoid asking any question or make the acquaintance of another man’s companion as long as the
lady was not their legally married wife.
Irene was naturally unaware that she was less than a mistress in the eyes of others, and left the lively wedding hall
to head backstage.
Whipping out her phone, she texted Ricky again.
[Where are you? Let’s meet.]
This time, there was no reply.
She was about to cail him when she spotted Zachary. Although he certainly looked the part in his tailcoat, there was
no happiness one would expect to find from a bridegroom–in fact, he was sulking.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Irene,” he called out, walking up to her when he saw her. “What are you doing here?”
Irene thought about it, and told him, “I’m looking for Ricky.”
Zachary’s brow furrowed. What was he doing here?
Every guest in the wedding today had been invited, but no one invited Ricky if his memory served him well. Still,
Irene did not hide the truth. “He and Lulu slipped in. I was looking for him because I don’t want him to cause trouble
for you.”
“Lulu?” Zachary’s brow furrowed further, and he said, “I’ll help you look.”
“No, you should stay,” Irene told him. “You’re the bridegroom–you won’t have the time.”
Zachary refused anyway. “I don’t think I can get married with peace of mind if she’s here.”
“Are you saying that you would if she’s not here?” Irene shot back.
Zacchary turned silent. “It won’t bother me, at the very least. I have to take responsibility for Ember and our
respective families after what happened.”
Irene breathed a long sigh–Zachary had it hard to, and he might actually be reluctant to get married today.
“I’ll take care of her in your stead, don’t worry,” she assured him.
Zachary smiled feebly. “Well, I don’t have the right to meddle in her affairs anyway.”
Someone suddenly spoke behind him right then, “In that case, get hitched and don’t bother her ever again!