The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 291

Irene gave Ricky a look, but moved closer so that Ricky whispered into her ear.

“Ask Isaac to play dead-”

“What?!” Irene exclaimed, losing composure before Ricky could even finish.

“Oh, calm down-let me finish,” Ricky assured her.

Irene glanced at Isaac, and returned to Ricky.

“You’re really overreacting there.” Ricky chuckled.

Irene rolled her eyes. “Save it. Just tell me already.”

Ricky grinned-he knew that Isaac had utterly won Irene over after what happened, which was naturally a good thing

for him.

After all, it was a blessing in disguise, considering that a bomb was involved.

“Ask Isaac to play dead, so that I can request to meet her and tell her that. We can apprehend her during the

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meeting, and we’ll know who it is-if Isaac didn’t kill Mom, it must be her. She must be planning to frame Isaac to set

me against you two.”

Irene thought it was possible too. “Okay.”

“Then could you talk to His Iceness over there?” Ricky asked.

Irene turned toward Isaac to find him scowling as always-Ricky certainly had reason for that moniker, rude though it

might be.

Hence, she went to sit beside Isaac on the couch, smiling because she was unsure where to begin.

That was when Isaac suddenly said, “It won’t work.”

“What?” Irene did not understand.

“Your plan won’t work,” Isaac repeated.

“Why not?” Ricky argued impatiently. “You’re her target, and she’ll definitely agree to meet if she thinks you’re

dead. When she does, we can set an ambush.”

“Do you really think she’d fall for it?” Isaac countered. “We didn’t issue a gag order, and she might already know

that I survived.”

Irene realized with a start. “Yeah, I have to agree… It’s no secret that Isaac was hospitalized. She would have been

observing in secret, and must have known by now that he’s fine…”

Ricky felt disappointed just then. He had thought his plan flawless at first, but after Isaac’s argument, he realized

that the culprit would have known by now that they survived.

As he breathed a long sigh, Irene told him, “We have all the time we need. Don’t try to rush things.”

Then, helping Isaac up to his feet, she said, “You should go back to your room to rest. We have to change your

bandages too.”

They did so, but Isaac had just sat down when his phone started ringing.

Irene passed it to him and he answered.

It was Stan. “Quincy Moore really worked fast-she has already convinced your grandfather to call for another board

meeting.”

“When?” Isaac asked.

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“At 8 a.m. tomorrow.” Stan replied.

Isaac grinned. Quincy had always been prudent, but she was naturally impatient this time because she believed she

had Isaac’s Achilles’ heel, and really wanted to claim Light Group for herself.

Still, she moved so quickly that it somewhat surprised him.

“Got it.” He hung up.

Irene was worried. “You’re still hurt.”

“It’s just a flesh wound,” Isaac replied-the meeting was going to be very important.

After all, it was not just Light Group in the balance-he wanted Quincy behind bars! She had been let free for years,

and it was time she paid for what she did!

Turning toward Irene, he said, “Bring me a set of fresh clothes. I would need to be there.”

Irene did not know what he was going to do, and tried to reason, “Anything could wait until you’re better.”

“I need to do this.”

He made a serious face just then, something he rarely did around Irene.

She could tell from his eyes that it was very important, and thus said, “I’ll go right now.”

“Wait.” Isaac suddenly stopped her.

Puzzled, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

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