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The Runaway Groom Chapter 877
“What?!” Irene exclaimed in shock.
“It’s just drunk-driving—it’s not that big of a deal,” Zachary quickly explained. “I’m basically fine. They’re just telling
me to have my family get me, but my mom won’t come for me since it’s been a while since I’ve been home. That’s
why I have to call you.”
In fact, Mrs. Slate was used to him not going home for up to half a month.
“Should I tell your mom?” Irene asked.
“Nope,” Zachary replied.
That left Irene musing. “Was it about last night?”
“Yeah.”
Irene was left frowning. “Isaac was just saying that you’d tough it out. Why would you try drinking your sorrows
away?”
“It was just a few glasses.”
Irene was speechless—a few glasses, and he ended up getting arrested?
“What can I do for you?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Nothing. Anyway, time’s up. I have to hang up now.”
And with that, the call was cut off.
“Haha…”
Tommy was laughing and rolling around on the couch from Erin’s tickles.
Irene put down her phone then, rolled up her sleeves, and headed to the kitchen—she had to prepare dinner.
Erin came in as well, offering to help, but Irene told her to play with Tommy.
Seeing Tommy coming to the kitchen as well, Erin said, “Brats don’t get to play.”
Still, Tommy tugged on her hand. “Please play with me, Aunt Erin…”
“Well, are you a brat?” Erin asked.
Tommy blinked. “What’s a brat?”
Irene giggled while Erin was left speechless.
“Why are you laughing, Mommy?” Tommy asked blankly then.
“I’m laughing at your aunt, not you,” Irene told him.
Erin scooped Tommy up in her arms then and explained what a brat was.
Irene started cooking and opened the fridge to find it filled with food ingredients.
She did not know that many recipes, however, and just picked the handful that she could make.
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Stan Hill was told to frame Neil Turner as soon as he returned.
Then, not two days after he was discharged from the hospital, James passed all his work to Stan.
Stan was frowning so hard his brows were touching.
“Forget Mr. Jefferson squeezing me dry, James. How could you do this to me too? Do I look so easily bullied to you?”
James clapped Stan on the shoulder. “Just take this one for me, brother. It’s for the sake of my happiness.”
Stan was speechless. “I think you’re just mocking me for not having a girlfriend.”
James leveled a sincere look at him. “Think? I’m doing exactly that.”
“Buzz off.” Stan gave James a shove.
James laughed, but he soon turned serious. “Erin’s not here for long. I have to spend some time with her—I won’t
have time for this, so just pretend you’re doing it for charity.”
Stan snorted coolly. “You’re all hoes before bros.”
James did not say anything in return, while Stan stared at the stacks of documents on the table and sighed,
lamenting his tragic existence!
“I’ll buy you a nice dinner someday,” James said.
“Make it a fest,” Stan pouted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Fine, whatever you say.”
Having someone to stand in for him at work now, James went looking for Isaac, asking when he could leave work.
Isaac’s own tasks were done, and he naturally doubted James was done with his.
As Isaac looked up, James smiled. “I was just thinking we could have dinner together with the family, so I let Stan do
my work for the day.”
Isaac raised a brow—was James exploiting Stan as soon as the latter returned?
“You really like making enemies, huh?” Isaac said. “Oh, and book a room at a restaurant.”
Mrs. Watson was sick and still hospitalized, while Irene was working. Sheryl would not have the time to cook either
since she had to take care of both his sons.
“Okay,” James said, whipping out of his phone to book a place.
In the meantime, Isaac finished his tasks before leaving work.
As James followed him into the elevator, Stan asked, “You’re leaving together?”
“Mr. Jefferson is buying dinner,” James said.
“What about me?” Stan pressed.
“It’s a family dinner,” James added, leaving Stan speechless.