Chapter 476
James was on top of a woman.
Irene could not see who it was-only her fair, thin legs.
She blinked. James got himself a girlfriend and even brought her to Minerva?
Just then, the woman cried out furiously, "Let go of me, James Cross, or I'll scream for help!"
Irene was left speechless-that did not seem to be your typical make out session.
She quickly turned away, even closing the door for them.
Whatever the relationship they had, she should not be looking anyway.
Then, she looked up and saw Isaac standing in the walkway, staring at herself.
Irene wondered if he caught her spying on James, even though she did not mean to-she was just curious at the
time.
"I saw nothing," she said.
Isaac said nothing to that and simply headed to his own room, leaving Irene speechless and unsure what Isaac was
thinking.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDid he believe her or not?
She nervously followed him, and tried to act calm before asking, "Did you sleep well last night, Mr. Jefferson?"
Isaac had entered his own room by then, but still did not respond.
Worried that she would slip up if she spoke too much, she told him that she would prepare his medicinal bath and
headed inside the bathroom.
That was when James stormed into the room, dragging the woman with him.
Erin was almost driving him crazy-it was as if she had become his shadow, bugging him with every waking moment.
However, he was afraid to get rough with Erin given who she was, making him desperate.
"Mr. Jefferson, she's really driving me crazy."
"Hardly," Erin retorted. "You'd tell me where my mother was buried if you were."
Erin certainly was not afraid of Isaac-they shared the same mother, and he would not resort to hurting her no
matter how much he disliked her.
That was why she was doing everything she wanted without a care, driving James so mad that he could strangle
her.
But he could not.
Having no choice, he pinned his hopes on Isaac to get rid of her. "Mr. Jefferson, please."
Isaac glanced at James's cuts and bruises then, and finally did something.
"Tell your father to see me tomorrow."
Erin's eyes lit up. "Are you going to tell him?"
"Am I obligated to tell you what we're going to talk about?"
Isaac's retort was cold and distant, and he seemed to have no intention of acknowledging Erin as a half-sibling.
On the other hand, Erin presumed that things were negotiable since Isaac was willing to see her father, and he
might even finally tell them where her mother was buried.
"I'll head home and tell him right now," she said happily.
After she was gone, James heaved a sigh of relief.
Genuinely reluctant to have Erin bother him again, he asked, "Don't you think you should acknowledge her as your
sister, Mr. Jefferson?"
Isaac leveled a cold stare at him right then.
He was already helping James get rid of Erin by meeting Mick, and James was asking him to acknowledge her...?
As he loosened his collar and unbuttoned his shirt, he growled, "You can go now-more rubbish from you, and you
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwon't have my help anymore."
James promptly turned silent, just as Irene stepped out of the bathroom.
"The bath is ready," she said.
As Isaac headed inside, James glanced at the corner where he set the camera and left.
Irene noticed where he was looking and knew that was the position of the camera.
She simply stayed composed and took a seat on the couch, repeating what she said last night, "Relax, and clear
your mind."
That was when her phone started ringing in her pocket, and she took it out to see that she got a call from Harvey.
Remembering that he might have found out why Spencer Holdings went bankrupt, she answered it but spoke in
Minervese, "Yeah."
"It's me," Harvey replied, not knowing that she was being watched and left wondering why she was not speaking in
Zidonian.
"I know," Irene replied, still sticking to Minervese.
Realizing that she might be inconvenienced, she said, "My contact just gave me the details... Anyway, it's
complicated. We should talk face-to- face."
Irene checked the time, but the bathroom door opened just as she was about to speak.
She turned toward him...