Chapter 7

"Miss Spencer, I'm Mr. Jefferson's assistant. Come with me, he's waiting for you."

Irene spaced out for a moment when she saw Stan, though she quickly looked away to hide the look of recognition on her face.

Stan was the one who opened the door when she treated that patient for Zachary.

If Stan was Isaac's assistant, did that mean the patient that she treated was Isaac?

"Please, Miss Spencer." Stan's tone became sterner when he saw that she wasn't moving.

Putting away her thoughts, Irene replied, "I have to go to work."

It was quite obvious that she had no intention of meeting that man.

"Please think this over, Miss Spencer. Given your status, you would not just lose your job if you make Mr. Jefferson upset. You would have no chance of working as a doctor in your career ever again."

It was a clear threat that made Irene clench her fists.

All her father did was offer to pay for the cost of her mother's surgery. She had to pay for all other medical bills, so she certainly couldn't lose her job or career chances.

She was left with no choice but to leave with Stan.

"Wait there. I need to apply for a day off at the hospital."

-

After heading upstairs and making the call, Irene took a scalpel out of her drawer and put it in her handbag as a precaution. After that, she .headed downstairs.

Soon, she was brought to a nightclub. She had never been to such places where men and women were getting frisky everywhere.

As they headed further inside, Irene overheard a couple of women chatting in the corner.

"Have you heard? The man having a business discussion with Isaac Jefferson on the VIP floor is a real pervert and a sicko."

"Wasn't he the one who almost killed an escort?"

"Yep, that’s him."

"Tut, tut. I wonder who is going to be so unlucky this time, but it's fine as long as it's not us. Did you know rumors has it that the escort can no longer be pregnant even thought she survived. God knows what he did to her."

Irene felt the creeps from their words alone, especially when she heard Isaac's name in their conversation.

She began to panic, her palms were sweating as they headed into an elevator.

Seeing that her face was pale, Stan kindly reminded her, "You know how you were able to marry Mr. Jefferson. As long as you agree to sign the divorce papers, you will no longer need to attend today’s business meeting."

It was true that the proposal by her family couldn't be rejected since the Jefferson family did owe them, but the whole matter hinged on Irene being willing to take on the marriage.

Irene’s body trembled a little as she looked at Stan. If she could refuse, she wouldn’t have stepped foot in the Jefferson family.

After taking a deep breath, Irene walked out of the elevator.

Stan frowned but said nothing as he led her to a luxury private room. Within the dimly lit room, Irene quickly saw Isaac and another man sitting on the couch.

"Wow!" the man exclaimed. She caught his eye the instant she entered, and he studied her from head to toe without a care before giving his critique. "Not bad! Her skin looks so soft and her waist is slim. I would love to hold her in my arms." The man then waved his hands. "Come, sit by my side."

Irene glanced at Isaac, who was still leaning against the sofa. His legs were folded elegantly and his face was hidden in the darkness.

She couldn't see the look on his face at all.

On the other hand, the other man had stood up and put a hand on her shoulder, laughing as he asked Isaac, "Where did you find her? She looks much nicer than those escorts caking their faces with makeup. I prefer her innocent look."

Isaac remained silent and didn't stop him. Did that mean he approved what the man was doing?

Irene felt her heart ache as she clenched her bag tighter.

"Do you drink?" the man asked, already putting his hand around her waist.

This made Irene feel disgusted and she moved away a little. "No."

"Don’t worry. I can teach you how to drink alcohol," the man said, pouring a full glass of alcohol and pass it to Irene.

She turned away, but the man pulled her by the waist even as she struggled to break free. "Let go of me..."

"You are obliged to attend such business meetings with me," Isaac said all of a sudden as he leaned forward and allowing the lights to make his facial features more distinct.

Then, he looked up with his cold eyes , and his brow furrowed ruthlessly. "If this is not something you can do, then you can get lost!"

Irene thought that Isaac would treat her as trash or thin air, but she didn’t expect him to be so despicable!

"Alright, I'll drink," she said, pushing away the man but taking the glass he was holding. Her movement was hesitant, but she soon downed the alcohol anyway.

This was her first time drinking alcohol, and since she drank it so quickly, it left a blazing trail all the way from her mouth to her stomach.

The burning sensation made Irene frown, but it only added to her charm.

The man became impatient. "Can I take her with me, Mr. Jefferson?"

Irene was stunned and wanted to run right then. However, she looked up into a pair of eyes, which made her pause. She realized that Isaac had meant to humiliate her.

Soon, Isaac looked away, saying, "Well... Do whatever you want."

A smile immediately appeared on the mans’ face. He then promptly wrapped his hands around Irene.

This time, she didn't struggle as she followed the man out of the room.

Stan approached Isaac. "Sir, they're gone, but with Harvey Gooding, she probably wouldn't be able to fend for herself..."

The goal was to make her give in and divorce willingly by putting her in an awkward spot. They were not going to let her lose her chaste just like that, were they? This was something that Stan had been wondering.

Isaac simply poured himself a glass of beer, and downed it with a dark look. "Do you really think that she's chaste?"

Stan was left gaping in shock.

Was the Spencer family really that greedy? Would they really send a woman who was a slag to them?

Such a thought immediately made Stan infuriated. He actually felt a little sorry for Irene at first, but it seemed that his sympathy was misplaced.

"But she's not willing to get a divorce even though we're clearly harassing her. I don't think she'll give in easily," Stan pointed out.

He wondered if she was going to spend the rest of her life in the Jefferson family.

"Mr. Jefferson..."

"Let’s go." Isaac interrupted him.

The calmness of his expression made it clear that he didn't want to hear anything more about Irene, so Stan stayed tactfully silent as he opened the door for Isaac.

-

In his car, Isaac watched as the streetlights streaked past, but all he could think about was the scene of that woman willingly leaving with Harvey.

She knew what was going to happen but willingly played along.

"Turn around," said Isaac.

Stan was caught by surprise, but he quickly realized what Isaac meant and turned the car around.

They quickly returned to the nightclub, but the staff told them that Harvey and Irene were already gone.

Isaac was glowering as he barked at Stan to head back to the mansion. When they arrived at the mansion, Irene wasn't there either.

"Go and look for her," said Isaac though the door soon opened behind him, and Irene's voice could soon be heard.

"Mrs. Watson..."

Irene was such a bad drinker that she was intoxicated after one glass. If she didn't have immense composure and self-control thanks to her job, she really would not have made it back.

She soon saw Mrs. Watson standing there, seemingly afraid to approach her.

"Mrs. Wat..." She was going to call for Mrs. Watson again before she finally noticed the man standing in the living room.