The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 451

James was puzzled. "The security footage of the auction? Why?"

Isaac turned to look at him.

Though he said nothing, the pressure he projected was almost palpable.

James quickly lowered his head, afraid to ask more questions right then." I'll go right now."

While Isaac did manage to pull himself together after Irene's death, he was constantly overworking and suffered

from chronic insomnia.

Every night, he needed medication just to sleep.

And if one were to say that he was cold as a person before, he was now even worse.

In fact, he only saved his harshness for his rivals, and was more or less ' kind'to his own people.

Now, even Stan had resigned as an assistant in favor of a desk job.

It was not as if he was scared, but it was very difficult to work alongside Isaac these days.

The air around him seemed to turn cold from his very presence, and the people with him constantly felt a

suffocating pressure.

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Working with him had undoubtedly become a torment.

And now, James did not even have any idea what Isaac was up to, but quickly did as he was told.

When he returned at the auction hall, however, he was already too late- Mick had just left through the back door,

having remembered to cover Irene's tracks.

He told the host to inform anyone asking for the night's security footage that the cameras had a malfunction.

It was an easy task for him, since he was a frequent guest and was well- acquainted with the host.

As such, James had to leave empty-handed.

He was left grimacing and pouting, considerably afraid to face Isaac since he had failed his task.

But there was no running away either, so he simply braced himself and returned to the hotel.

Isaac had changed into a white bathrobe and was lounging on the couch, his collar wide open. The mere sight of his

long neck and his chiseled collarbone was picturesque and reminiscent of the male leads of young adult s.

His daily medication remained on the table next to him, untouched.

Walking up to him, James called out, "Mr. Jefferson?"

Isaac did not even look at him as he growled, "Show it to me.“

James made a face and said, "I don't have it. The cameras had a malfunction."

Isaac raised a brow, and he leveled his gaze at James with an indiscernible emotion, giving him the creeps.

"Sir..."

"Do you really think the host would allow cameras to malfunction at an auction attended by major players from

across the globe?"

Isaac was certainly upset with James-his insight seemed to have dulled, and his overall competence dropped with it.

However, it was because James had been constantly under pressure that he could not stay as composed as he used

to-lsaac had to tell him exactly what was wrong for him to realize something was out of place.

After all, every item being auctioned just now was worth a fortune. The hosts would naturally be far more prudent,

and would not allow for any security oversights at al I—if the cameras were malfunctioning at all, they would have

fixed them immediately.

Otherwise, if something unexpected were to happen and one of the auctioned items was lost, it is the host who

would suffer the most damage.

James said, "I'll go talk to them again-"

Isaac suddenly raised a hand to stop him. "Forget it. You need your rest too."

"Thank you, sir," James said.

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He quickly left, not willing to linger in the room for another second.

The room was silent for a while after James closed the door behind himself, and Isaac turned to look outside the

glass wall.

The city lights were bright and dazzling, its interweaved glow piercing the glass to illuminate him, shrouding him

with a blurred radiance that kept his expression inscrutable.

He raised his thumb to rub between his brows.

He missed her so much that he somehow thought that the woman Harvey called ugly was her, and he outrageously

sent James to get the security footage of her.

He must be losing his mind thinking about her.

Even so, the days without her were certainly grilling, and her face keeps appearing in his mind.

Bzzt...

Suddenly the phone on his table began to vibrate.

He glanced at the screen nonchalantly and saw the text.

[Irene Spencer is alive...]

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