The Runaway Groom

Chapter 459

Harvey lifted the employee ID dangling over Irene's chest and read it.

"Jane Tanner? I didn't think that it'd be you," he said in surprise. "I was actually wondering where I should start searching."

He was impressed that he recognized her despite the face mask, too.

As a matter of fact, Harvey had found out that Isaac might invest in the fully artificial heart project and was going to poach a certain doctor from Mead Clinic.

Since Isaac was known not to fail, he wanted to poach the doctor before Isaac could, and then put his own money in the project.

However, he had no experience in the medical field, let alone any contacts he could speak with.

As such, he came here looking like an idiot, and was kept out of the staffs quarters.

Frustrated, he paced around outside when he saw Irene came out, and grabbed her like he was grasping at straws.

"Come with me," he told her as he pulled her along.

Irene was at a loss for words, and simply grabbed the nearest scaffolding.

Harvey had to turn around right then, and when he saw just her eyes and forehead, he blurted out what he was thinking right then. "Irene...?“

He did not mean to say it out loud, but it left Irene terrified.

she tried to hide, and Harvey saw the fearful look in

What did she have

as he reached out to pull off her face mask, and was left staring at the scars on her face

scars... those were burn scars,

Irene was supposedly killed by an

"You..."

did not want to admit it even as he was left

Those burn scars...!

"...You survived?"

while speaking in Minervese, "You have the

as hard as she could, but that only made Harvey

Zidonian to me before, and now Minervese?" Harvey pointed out as he leveled a piercing gaze at her. "You're definitely afraid, and you wouldn't be if you had nothing

what you're talking about. Let me go." Irene kept on speaking fluent Minervese, too

tried to hide, the more she was exposing

then, Harvey was staring fixedly at her. "You survived... No, you

then, Irene finally looked up to meet his gaze. "What

red and he wrapped his arms

alive..." His voice was

not expect herself to be so easily

refusal and kept holding

to feel uncomfortable

she said, and finally remembered that she was

asked, "Sorry, I