The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468

The sight of the cocksure woman before them left James furrowing his brow.

There was no escaping her!

"Stalker," he growled impatiently.

"Lapdog," Erin Gooding shot back right away.

James was left speechless—he remembered that she had been raised here in Minerva, but she would actually know the Zidonian word for lapdog'?

She was surprisingly fluent...

Nonetheless, Erin seemed to have read James's mind and she said, "I may be raised here, but my mom and dad are Zidonian. Is it that weird that I know the language?"

She was watching Isaac's face as she mentioned 'mom', but there was only impatience in his cold visage.

Erin's lips twitched. "Hey, I'm your half-sister. Why the long face? Does someone owe you money? I know you don't want me around, and I don't mind not showing up... All you have to do is tell me where our mother is buried-'

Isaac strode off before she could finish, and James stopped her when she tried to follow. "You're a lady. You can afford to act a little more reserved."

It was as if James had touched a nerve and Erin flipped out right away.

"You stay reserved all you want, virgin!"

James was speechless.

"You're crazy."

He had never met a woman who could be as tactless as her, especially in public!

"Look who's talking," Erin growled, grabbing James by the arm, bent on making him stay.

It naturally left James irked, and he snapped, "Let go, or I would have to resort to violence!"

Erin doubted that and simply said, "Nope!"

"You little-"

"Little what?!" Erin reared her head to meet his gaze, looking pompous just like a spoiled, tempestuous princess.

Unable to stand her, James started to pry her hands off and shoved her aside.

"Don’t ever show up around Mr. Jefferson again," he warned as he strode toward the car.

However, Erin's eyes quickly went red and tears welled in her eyes.

One would presume that James was bullying her if they did not know better, even if the truth was the exact opposite.

"H-Hey! Don't cry!" James actually became flustered-it was unbecoming of any man to make a woman cry.

Erin sniffled. "Tell me where my mother was buried and I won't cry."

James was left speechless again and he turned to leave.

When Erin tried to chase him, he growled, "I'm calling the cops if you keep following me!"

Erin stopped in her tracks but kept staring after James.

Isaac was as cold as he was difficult, and it was next to impossible to make him talk.

On the other hand, James appeared much easier.

In that case, she could work on him instead.

Soon, she had a good idea!