"You've been working for Isaac for a while now, so you should know his favorite food. Can you tell me about it?" Kathy smiled.Stan, however, was wary—she addressed Isaac on a first-name basis, and not by 'Mr. Jefferson.' "Why bother asking? You know that Mr. Jefferson married Ms. Spencer, who just left." Stan was certainly sharp enough to tell what Kathy was up to the instant she asked, and weighed down on 'Mr. Jefferson'—he was telling her to know her place as an employee, and not get out of line!Kathy murmured meekly, "I'm just…""You're here to work, so do your job and quit messing around. Have some dignity as a woman, and don't lust after a married man!" Stan warned her, and turned to leave. Kathy's innocent expression turned to a hateful glare—in her opinion, he was meddling in her business. A mere assistant, talking to her like that?Her hands clenched into knuckles at her sides as her desire to become Mrs. Jefferson became even stronger! One day, she would have S
After Stan left, Moneypenny started to address her differently. "Ms. Spencer, you have not done what Master Jefferson asked you to do, have you? We even heard that you went to Master Isaac's office." "I wasn't looking for him," Irene replied. "I needed to talk to Stan Hill—""It doesn't matter who you were looking for—you're not doing your job!" Moneypenny snapped. "Since you're not up to the task, Master Jefferson insists on doing it himself. Now, you just have to lure Master Isaac to a designated location, and it would be mission accomplished.""Where?""Hotel Langdon, specifically the penthouse presidential suite," Moneypenny replied.Irene could not believe her ears. Henry Jefferson was already attempting to make Isaac sleep with Kathy?!"What, are you refusing?" Moneypenny asked. Irene certainly was reluctant. How could she bear to make the man she loved sleep with another woman?"Did you forget your promise to Master Jefferson?" Moneypenny reminded her, and paused for
Irene entered and greeted him. "Mr. Jefferson."Isaac glowered at that title, but Irene was not in the mood to fawn over him, let alone notice his expression."Are you free tonight?" she asked stiffly.Isaac leaned against his chair and asked flatly, "Why?""I've booked a room at Hotel Langdon," she said, her hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly before she could finally calm down and speak. "It's the penthouse—""Wait." Isaac cut her short before she could finish. "What was that again?"His aloofness was feigned—he could barely hold back his excitement. How could he not be pleased with an invitation from Irene, after all?It was his ego that stopped him from expressing it."So, are you busy tonight?" Irene asked."No," he replied so quickly that it betrayed his mood.Irene wanted so much for him to say yes.But she was even more afraid that he would.What if harm came to Tommy if he did not play along? She was at once conflicted and hurting. "I will wait for you th
At first, Irene's enthusiasm had clouded his mind.However, now that Isaac thought about it, she had been cold to him just this morning. Suddenly, she was getting eager, even inviting him to a hotel.It was clearly not logical."I just wanted to thank you. Is that so wrong?" Irene asked."What?""Stan taught me a lot today and helped with many decisions," she explained. "I know that he did his best only because of you, so I want to thank you.""That's it?" Isaac's voice turned quieter.It was not because she loved him, and wanted to be with him—she just wanted to repay him for helping her?"Hah!" He snorted coolly and darkly. "So you're giving yourself to me in return?"Those words hurt Irene profoundly, but she repressed her pain and leaned against his arm, saying, "I love you."Isaac jammed his foot on the brakes, stopping the car by the road.His expression stiffened for seconds—her words certainly resounded in his mind!"Do you know what you're saying?" he asked quiet
Irene cried out in surprise!"Help—Oof!"Her assailant had clasped a hand over her mouth, even as she struggled wildly! Even so, he was too strong for him, and she was dragged into a car… when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the driver.It was Stan!Her pupils dilated, and she turned to find Isaac.But how could it be him? He should be in the penthouse with Kathy, and he must have drunk the drugged red wine by now!She stopped struggling then, and murmured gingerly, "What…"The myriad colored lights outside flashed as their car zoomed along the highway, but Isaac remained shrouded in the darkness as he spoke, "Trying to give me off to another woman, were you?"HIs voice seemed to boom with a dark edge!Irene exclaimed, "I didn't want to do it!"Isaac was not in the mood for her explanations, however—she had done it, and should therefore admit to it!His silence left her heart all strung up. "I…"Meanwhile, Stan had stopped the car at the basement parking lot of the Lig
With those words, Issac got out of the car, slamming the door with a loud bang.Irene flinched. "Isaac?"That night… It was him?She dragged her sore body out of the car and tried to give chase, only to realize suddenly that she was buck naked. Pulling a shirt to hide her chest, she yelled, "Get back here, Isaac Jefferson!"There was only darkness in the underground parking lot, and the echoes of her own voice were her answer. The hazard lights were flashing, but he was nowhere to be seen.He was gone. Irene laughed, and soon tears covered her face. She was no slut—she had only been with one man, and it was Isaac!She suddenly had a slight desire for him… to be with him!She sniffled loudly, and ignored her pain as she picked up her own clothes.She had decided that she would go to Henry, and tell him that Tommy was no bastard, but was Isaac's son!After putting on her clothes, her knees suddenly caved and she almost slipped, but managed to catch the car door in time
Irene doubted that. Moneypenny clearly stated that Henry was behind everything.Keeping herself as calm as possible, she said, "Tommy is Isaac's son. Do a paternity test if you doubt me."Henry frowned, appearing doubtful. "What?""My child is Isaac's too." Irene snarled every word. Henry almost slipped just then—a servant reacted quickly to catch to stop him from falling."Go! Get me Moneypenny right now!" he barked. "Yes, sir." The servant promptly left to look for the butler as soon as he helped Henry to a chair.Irene was actually confused just then. "You… didn't take my child?""Why would I lie to you?" Henry retorted. "Yes, I was hoping you'd get Isaac to fall for Kathy York, but I didn't know about your child. Hell, I would've taken the boy away from you at the mansion when we ran into you last time—even after all that has happened, I'm not that cold that I'd forget the fact that your grandfather saved me."Irene was still doubtful, however. "Then why would Moneypenny
Irene decided that she could not sit and wait!As Henry left for Ian's home, Irene left Jefferson Manor, though she lingered at the gates, wondering as to who would want to abduct her baby…Bzzt—Her phone suddenly rang.When she answered, Sheryl was crying urgently from the other end. "Irene? Please come home quickly!""What's wrong?" Irene asked."It's the people who took Tommy. They're asking for you!"Irene became spirited the instant she heard that there was a clue about Tommy's whereabouts. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she replied, and quickly used her phone to summon a taxi.That was when a car drove up to Jefferson Manor. Stan alighted, but averted his eyes when he saw Irene.For her part, she was actually confused why he would come at this hour. "Why are you here?" she asked."There's something I have to get," Stan replied, and headed into the manor.Irene did not press the subject since she could not spare a thought for anything but Tommy—nothing was more