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Chapter 679
Ricky Spencer told her, "Waking you is my job."
Irene frowned, speechless.
Ricky had come the other day, apologizing for letting his anger get to him. He said that he should have taken her
job offer and was willing to take it if he was given a second chance...
But it turned out that this is his job?
Amused, Irene said, 'Isaac arranged for this? Waking me is your job now?"
"Mr. Jefferson also asked me to take you to the wedding hall. The decorations are mostly in place, so you may see if
it's to your liking. Also, your schedule for the day is adjustable-1 merely decided on my own to wake you at this
hour, though that's more your fault for being a sleepyhead."
Irene gave him a look. "Mr. Jefferson...?"
"He’s my boss from now on, so that's how I'm supposed to address him," Ricky said. "I'd rather not be given
privilege or look like I got the job through my connections, since people would doubt my ability. Either way, this will
be the start of my illustrious career."
Irene thought she should review her opinion of him just then. "Well, understanding that means you're all grown up
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Ricky rolled his eyes. "I'm already an adult. Now, get up—I'll be waiting downstairs."
"Got it." Irene stretched, and washed up before heading downstairs.
When Mrs. Watson saw him, she said, "I tried to stop him."
"It's fine," Irene said. "I should be getting up anyway."
She simply had a couple mouthfuls of food before heading out with Ricky, who was driving.
They arrived at Globe Tower, a landmark of Cloud City and the venue of the wedding, in half an hour.
Ricky stopped the car at the entrance and threw the keys to the valet to park the car in the basement, since they
were not supposed to park above ground.
They also had to avoid congestion on the day of the wedding.
Isaac also mentioned that there would be press coverage, as he agreed to let one media company exclusive
publicity.
As she headed into the wedding hall with Ricky in tow, she was left stupefied by the sight before her.
There had to be 200 tables, accommodating upto 2,000 people.
The main color theme was also an elegant milky white, and there was an exquisite yet serene air about the place
like one would expect from a chick flick.
Soon, a foreigner approached them, but he greeted her in fluent Zidonian with a smile.
"Ms. Spencer, I presume?"
Irene nodded.
The man was notified previously that Irene would come to check on the venue, and he gestured for someone to
turn on the lights.
The radiance did not brighten the hall, but instead left it dimmer-the warm yellow and orange red lights had been
arranged at the perfect spot to give the hall a mystical glow.
There was also the faint scent of flowers in the air that reached the nostrils directly, and one could envision
themselves lying in a flowerbed if they closed their eyes.
"I can still adjust anything you find dissatisfactory," the foreigner said just then.
Irene waved him off. "No. I think this is perfect."
The wedding planner smiled in turn, feeling pride toward his one talent.
Irene was certainly content after a tour. 'We can go now, Ricky."
Ricky seemed to like it too. "I would like to marry Lulu in a wedding like this too."
Irene stopped in her tracks and wheeled on Ricky. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Ricky said. "Let's go."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Irene thought she clearly heard him mentioning Lulu...
She sighed inwardly, but she could not meddle in the relationship of others.
Still, they noticed a lot of people at the entrance when they arrived there.
"Journalists," Ricky muttered.
Irene frowned, but before she could wonder why there were so many of them gathered here, someone shouted, "I
think they're going to jump!"
Irene quickly stepped outside and looked above.
There it was-a silhouette!
They were too far for them to see their face, and for some reason, they were not standing at the top, but at around
a third of Globe Tower's height.
"Who is it? Are they trying to jinx us?" Ricky growled in displeasure.
Irene had a bad feeling about this, however-someone was trying to jump, but the first to arrive were journalists and
not firefighters.
Someone was clearly up to no good.
She turned and headed inside again!
"Let's go upstairs, Ricky."
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