The Runaway Groom

Chapter 679

Ricky Spencer told her, "Waking you is my job."

Irene frowned, speechless.

Ricky had come the other day, apologizing for letting his anger get to him. He said that he should have taken her job offer and was willing to take it if he was given a second chance...

But it turned out that this is his job?

Amused, Irene said, 'Isaac arranged for this? Waking me is your job now?"

"Mr. Jefferson also asked me to take you to the wedding hall. The decorations are mostly in place, so you may see if it's to your liking. Also, your schedule for the day is adjustable-1 merely decided on my own to wake you at this hour, though that's more your fault for being a sleepyhead."

Irene gave him a look. "Mr. Jefferson...?"

"He’s my boss from now on, so that's how I'm supposed to address him," Ricky said. "I'd rather not be given privilege or look like I got the job through my connections, since people would doubt my ability. Either way, this will be the start of my illustrious career."

Irene thought she should review her opinion of him just then. "Well, understanding that means you're all grown up now."

Ricky rolled his eyes. "I'm already an adult. Now, get up—I'll be waiting downstairs."

"Got it." Irene stretched, and washed up before heading downstairs.

When Mrs. Watson saw him, she said, "I tried to stop him."

Irene said. "I should

food before heading out with Ricky, who

arrived at Globe Tower, a landmark of Cloud City and the venue of the

the entrance and threw the keys to the valet to park the car in the basement, since they were

to avoid congestion on the day

press coverage, as he agreed to let one media company exclusive

in tow, she was left stupefied by the sight before

be 200 tables, accommodating upto

color theme was also an elegant milky white, and there was an exquisite yet serene air about

them, but he greeted her in fluent Zidonian with

"Ms. Spencer, I presume?"

Irene nodded.

notified previously that Irene would come to check on the venue, and he gestured for someone to turn on the

not brighten the hall, but instead left it dimmer-the warm yellow and orange red

air that reached the nostrils directly, and one could envision themselves lying

anything you find dissatisfactory," the foreigner said

waved him off. "No.

in turn, feeling pride

content after a tour. 'We

it too. "I would like to marry Lulu in a wedding like this

and wheeled