The Runaway Groom
Irene then saw Eagle standing beside Neil.
As Neil scrambled to his feet, he was pointing and snapping at Eagle, “Y-You hit me again! I-I’ll sue you
for physical assault!”
Eagle simply raised his fist and Neil flinched, clutching his head. “No! Don’t hit me!”
“Then get out of here!” Eagle barked sternly.
Having had a taste of Eagle’s strength and knowing that he would not win, Neil promptly fled.
Irene walked toward Eagle just then—the man certainly offered a stalwart sense of security as a
bodyguard.
“I won’t go easy on him if he shows up again. There’s really no end with him.”
“Yeah,” Irene agreed as she got into the car. “Just keeping him away is a blessing.”
Neil was unreasonable, and he latched onto people annoying like chewing gum.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever met someone like him,” Eagle said.
“There are all sorts out there,” Irene replied.
Just as there were every variety of oddity out in the world.
Once a person understood that, they would certainly be at ease.
“When would we be solving this case, ma’am?” Eagle asked just then. “I don’t think he’s going to rest.”
However, Irene’s head hurt at the mention of the case. As she rubbed her temples, she said, “I have to
hide for the time being whenever he comes to me.”
She certainly did not want to get into further conflict with him.
At the same time, she felt a stickiness on her skin, and she whipped out her phone.
She was on her period, and it was not surprising that she felt ill lately.
“Eagle? Can you stop by a mall?”
“Sure, ma’am,” Eagle replied. “Is there anything you need? I can get it for you.”
“It’s fine,” Irene told him.
After a while, Eagle parked the car outside the mall, and Irene alighted to get herself some pads,
putting them in her pocket. She also bought a bottle of the water and left the mall after paying, returning
to her car.
“Oh, you could have just sent me, ma’am,” Eagle said.
Irene nodded. “It’s just one bottle anyway. You can have the rest.”
“I’m good, ma’am,” Eagle replied. “Are we heading home now?”
Irene considered it, but she gave Isaac a call first. “Has James found anything?”
“I think he has. He’s returning to the office soon.”
“I’ll get to you right now,” she said immediately at that, hanging up and returning her phone to her
pocket. “To Twinrise’s headquarters, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Eagle replied.
However, they were soon stuck in a traffic jam, and Irene fell asleep in the car.
There was no telling how long had passed until Eagle woke her up. “Ma’am? We’re here.”
She opened her drowsy eyes. “Really?”
“Yes,” Eagle replied.
Rubbing her eyes and lowering the window, the fresh air outside crept in and cleared her head right
then.
She alighted and headed inside the building, with the front desk receptionist greeting her respectfully.
“Greetings, Mrs. Jefferson.”
Irene returned a smile, but just as she waited for an elevator, the receptionist approached her.
“Mrs. Jefferson?”
“Yes?” Irene asked, turning around.
“Your pants.” The receptionist pointed at it, which was wet with blood.
At the same time, the receptionist angled her stance so that she blocked it from others’ view.
Irene slapped herself on the forehead—how on earth did she forget about that?
“The washroom is over there.” The receptionist then pointed. “I also have a clean skirt. You could
change into it, if you don’t mind?”
“Thank you,” Irene said a little awkwardly.
The receptionist soon brought her the skirt. “It’s new, so don’t worry. I kept it under my desk after I
bought it, but I always forgot to bring it home.”
Irene carried the bag to the washroom, and it was not a while until she stepped outside.
Her face was really pale.
The receptionist certainly paid attention to details and brought her a glass of honey.
However, Irene still appeared out of it even as she took it.
“Are you feeling sick, ma’am?” the receptionist asked.
Irene shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She started to leave, still holding the glass in her hand until she came to her senses, returned to the
front desk, and put down the glass. “I forgot—how much for the skirt? I’ll wire you the money.”
The receptionist waved her off. “It’s alright. It’s nothing that important—as long as you don’t hate it,
ma’am.”
Irene smiled at her, then quickly took the elevator upstairs.
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