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The Runaway Groom Chapter 785
The building was at once grand and stylish.
It was only natural since they were in Franconia, a city where the old met the new and where
innumerable historical events occurred.
Such a place of romance naturally would leave people forgetting to leave.
Still, they were not visiting some famous tourist spot, but attending a banquet held by the Gallads, an
influential dynasty.
Everyone attending was rich or important, and Isaac already told Irene about the situation.
Isaac wanted company because Stan had received information that this was not the usual social
occasion attended by high society.
Rumor had it that the Gallads were out looking for the right suitor since the family business was in the
midst of a crisis, and they were planning to arrange a marriage that would get them out of a bind.
Those who were aware naturally did not want to be picked —they had every right to refuse, but that
would be a slight to the family.
All Irene had to do was play the role of a wife, which she was by wrapping her arms around his
intimately.
Security was tight since the Gallads would not want any random person making it inside, and entry
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtrequired the presentation of an invitation.
The hall was already crowded when Irene and Isaac entered.
There was a round table in the middle with its center removed in place of a fountain, where a half-
naked statue of a woman stood.
As the trails of water splashed down, the vapor that swirled out of it made the statue appear as if it
stood atop the clouds.
Overhead, a luxurious crystal spiraling chandelier was shining with dazzling radiance.
Couches were arranged by the windows and the table was placed with exquisite confectionery, fruits,
and snacks, along with alechol of all types and color.
There was laughter and endless conversation, as the ladies stood in groups of two and three, all of
them gossiping or discussing their outfits for the day, praising boutiques or mentioning the handbags
they bought.
They were all dressed elaborately and exquisitely fit for the occasion, and it was obvious that they were
not your usual housewives since they represented both themselves and their husbands.
The men were mostly on the couches, talking business, standing apart from the women.ebook
Isaac and Irene were the only foreigners there, and especially eye- catching among the crowd, and
naturally drawing much attention! Most knew Isaac since he had some reputation here, and a couple
Franconian men made their way toward him when they saw him come in.
Isaac nodded slightly and said, “I’ve worked with these gentlemen before.”
Irene nodded.
“And who might this wonderful be?” one of them asked in Franconian.
“My wife,” Isaac replied fluently.
Both men appeared surprised that he was married, and Isaac explained that they got married in
Zidonia.
Naturally, it was to send a message to the rest that he was married.
The two Franconians studied her then.
Her hair was tied elegantly behind her head with a sidelock dangling beside her head, projecting a
liveliness amid her feminine presence.
On her fair ears were a pair of white feather-shaped earrings, each of which was encrusted with
diamonds, with the lowest one appearing like a droplet, refracting the light brightly.
Her necklace was a matching set with her earrings, with a lifelike feather dangling beneath the chain of
diamonds.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was just above her cleavage too, visible from the cutout of the black dress over her chest, which
bared her seductive collarbone as well.
The blinding white diamond was a perfect contrast to her black dress, keeping the black from getting
too dull while competing for attention from the white.
The silky smooth dress hugged her hourglass figure.
Although she had a little tummy after giving birth twice and it was visible from the side,nov.ele.book it
did not affect her beauty, even adding to her appeal — most people who were slim had not an ounce of
flesh, but she was still slim and curvaceous.
The feet that protruded occasionally from her ankle- length gown was dainty and fair, presenting her
womanly grace.
“Your wife is simply beautiful,” one of the Franconians praised.
Isaac appeared to appreciate the compliment, his cold visage easing slightly.
“Do you work? What is your profession?”
Isaac was just about to answer when Irene replied in fluent Franconian, “I’m a doctor.”
Isaac raised a brow.She could speak Franconian too?
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