The Runaway Groom

Chapter 577

Chapter 577

Irene's words did not offer Isaac relief.

Even if she did not misunderstand him and trusted him, it only strengthened his resolve to murder Debbie!

He had never felt such bloodlust or the impulse to claim another life without regard to the consequences!

Just then, Irene quietly said over the phone, i'll do my best to find a cure."

"Yeah," Isaac said quietly.

It was not that much of a conversation, but both knew what each other were thinking.

Irene stared outside the car window, her hands sliding feebly to her lap while she watched the passing scenery.

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The car was driving steadily, but her heart could not calm down at all, and felt as if it was struck repeatedly by a

raging tide.

As the car came to a stop, Irene shelved her thoughts so that she could examine the current situation with calm

composure and determination.

She knew that Isaac would deal with Debbie-right now, she must find out what virus was embedded on the dog, and

her best chance was Hotmesh Research.

It was the best research center in the country, after all.

Unsure if the virus was infections, she told the chauffeur to wait in the car while she spoke to the staff there.

'I wish to see the director. Could you contact him for me or give me his number?"

The receptionist at the front desk studied her from head to toe just then.

Irene had worn layers to avoid people staring at her scars and she was still in the postpartum period, so it only

made her look weirder.

Eventually, the receptionist said politely, "I'm sorry, but our director doesn't see anyone just because they ask."

Irene whipped out her Mead Clinic staff ID, proving that she was both a researcher and an attending physician

there. "I'm a doctor and a researcher. I really need to speak with your director.”

"I'm sorry, but you're just making this worse," the receptionist retorted stiffly, even showing slight disdain just then.

"I mean, is this stuff even genuine? If you are that high-ranked, what business do you have with our director?"

Irene frowned, surprised by the receptionist's attitude.

She had no choice but to take out her phone, and hesitated as she tried to decide if she should call Stephen Carr or

Zachary Slate.

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They would both be able to help her get in touch with the director.

However, the receptionist took her hesitation for posturning, and chuckled loftily. "Why are you hesitating? Why don't

you call whoever you're going to call?*

Irene shot her a sharp, cool look just then. "You're a receptionist, and that means you should be assisting everyone who

stepped through those doors. What's with your attitude? Do you think you're above the rest? And how so?!"

She was incensed that a major research center would hire a receptionist like this woman.

She was utterly disappointed!

Naturally, her snide remarks left the receptionist glowering in turn. "Who do you think you are? Is this research center

supposed to receive every piece of shit who steps inside? Why don't you take a look in the mirror, bitch?!"

While Irene was left stupefied that the receptionist would stoop to the level of such profanities, Stephen happened to

step inside the lobby and he called out, "Irene?"