The Runaway Groom

Chapter 737

However, Zachary wobbled in front of her before dropping to the floor with a thud.

Left dumbfounded, Irene promptly dropped to a crouch to check on him the next instant.

However, she found Zachary winking at her away from the others' gazes.

Irene was speechless. He was pretending? Why?

While she was still confused, the bald man beckoned for his thugs to leave. Zachary quickly tugged on her sleeve and mouthed, "Com-pen-sa-tion." Irene realized with a start and sprang to her feet. "Stop! Are you trying to leave just like that after you caused injury?"

The bald man wheeled on her with a vicious glare. "Are you trying to swindle me?!"

"No, but he's unconscious and needs the hospital. You have to foot his bill," Irene said.

The bald man strode toward her right then, but Isaac stepped in between, his presence calm but intimidating. "What do you think you are doing?"

"She's trying to swindle me."

Zachary anywhere else aside from the face, and not so hard that he would be

was hurt. "He's already unconscious. Anything that happens next,

and he pointed at her. "Don't fuck

could finish, while Irene

staring at Isaac's hand, as he had grabbed the bald man's index finger and twisted it when the bald man

crunch-the crisp sound of bone breaking, and it was now pointing

the

idiots?!" He then barked at his thugs,

been staring at their phones,

not lay a finger on a man as rich as powerful as

in crime, and once word of this got out, said record might surface, and they would lose way more than what

them would want to end up in

just bail?" someone

us back if we do, and he might even get back at us for

"Then, what?"

on the ground, curling into a ball and

time, he was still snapping at his thugs, "You pigs!

check, boss-that's Isaac Jefferson, and he'll come for us if he knows the painting is worthless and we conned him