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."

"I should be getting up

a couple mouthfuls of food

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

at the entrance and threw the keys to the valet to park the

to avoid congestion

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

with Ricky in tow,

to be 200 tables, accommodating upto 2,000

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

approached them, but he greeted her

"Ms. Spencer, I presume?"

Irene nodded.

man was notified previously that Irene would come to check on the venue, and he gestured

left it dimmer-the warm yellow and orange red lights had been arranged

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

still adjust anything you find dissatisfactory," the

waved him off. "No. I think this

turn, feeling

after a tour. 'We

too. "I would like to

stopped in her tracks and wheeled on