The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711

If they were not meant to be together, would they have ever met and became sweethearts at university?

Zachary thought then that his mother was being ridiculous, saying that he and Lulu were not meant to be together!

It annoyed him considerably, and he got out of bed.

Mrs. Slate began, "You're hurt-"

"I'll live," Zachary growled impatiently. "You're so annoying."

Mrs. Slate became silent, while he drove straight home.

Naturally, Lulu was not there, and he expected that.

He hung his head as he sat alone on the couch, thinking.

Lulu was staying at the house Ricky rented for her, but she was feeling dispirited for some reason.

She was curled up as she sat on the edge of the couch, unable to stop himself remembering the sight of Zachary stabbing himself in the chest.

Maybe... Just maybe, his feelings for her were real?

She quickly shook her head as soon as the idea took hold, and got out of the couch to leave.

Still, she paused at the doorway after putting on her shoes, hesitating.

Where could she go? Who could she go to?

She suddenly felt lonely and she returned inside the house.

Irene's image suddenly came to mind, but she had a bad impression of the woman and would rather be alone than go to her.

Irene was having trouble at work-not because of her competence, but

because she was airdropped as the next director of Hotmesh Research without ever working there.

Naturally, most of the employees were at odds with her and would deliberately mess with her, such as by hiding apparatus she needed or just lying outright that they did not have it.

In cases of advanced equipment, they would hog it for themselves without ever allowing her turn.

Some would go as far as to add so much salt in her food that it was inedible.

Dennis for everything.

Moreover, she was not smiling because Isaac had not been home for a couple days, leaving her a little confused.

It certainly had nothing to do with work, and she would not allow her personal affairs to mess with her career.

"Are you sure?" Dennis asked.

’Yes,’ Irene replied.

'Good. And I can see that you are capable."

After that, Irene returned to her work, but found a lunchbox at her seat.

She looked around, but there was no one there-everyone was still eating at the cafeteria.

Who could have put it there?

She had only spoken with a handful of people since she arrived, let alone made friends.

Still, she sat down, but her gaze darkened when she opened the lunchbox.