The Runaway Groom

Chapter 49

Irene decided that she would be out online if she kept her place as Mrs. Jefferson.

Nearby, the leaves on a tree were rustling from the touch of a slightly chill breeze. It was the early days of autumn, and the sun was much milder.

Tightening her clothes, she hurried along, having planned to cook dinner for Isaac tonight before asking for a divorce.

That was when a car suddenly screeched to a halt, blocking her path while several men quickly alighted. Without saying a word, one of them pulled a black sack over her head while another clasped a hand over her mouth, dragging her into the car before speeding off.

“Oof-” Irene was immobile and completely under their control. There was no telling how long had passed when she was finally dragged out of the car. Although the black sack still kept her blind, no one was keeping her from talking. “Who are you people? Why did you kidnap me?” “CLOUD B, 778VQ-that’s your car, isn’t it?” “Yes,” Irene replied. Her mother had spent all her savings to buy her that SUV when she got a job, saying that it was to make going to work convenient. She had always been driving it as well, but left it at Spencer Mansion ever since she married Isaac.

“What’s the-”

could finish her question, however, one of the men kicked her

her belly even as she groaned in pain! “Who are you people…?” She was trembling and sweating bullets, barely having the strength to speak. “Why are you doing this…?” “It’s your own fault for not keeping your eyes

dumbstruck. “I haven’t driven

lie. We’ve checked-that SUV was registered under

foot then launched toward

her best to shield her stomach, but she did not manage to protect her child. She could feel the dull pain in her belly already. “Don’t you know who you’ve hit? That was Mr.

wish!”

skin. There was hate and despair in her eyes, even as she murmured through her pale lips, “You mean… Isaac Jefferson?” “Who do you think you are, saying his name?!” Nonetheless, the man stopped when they saw her

left her in

to move as every inch of her body hurts terribly. It was with much difficulty that she finally reached her phone and called Zachary’s number. The call was soon answered, and she sobbed, “Save me… You have to save my children.” “Where are you?!” Zachary asked urgently. Irene feebly pulled the black sack off her face and looked around it was a wasteland, so she had no idea. “Send me your location.” Irene quickly did so, and as she waited for Zachary, she tried her best to keep herself stable, but

shape. He scooped her up in his arms, striding forward while assuring her, “You’ll be fine. I’m going to save you.” “Can

that her pants were