Chapter 427

Neither of the two men spoke, and they started to search her. Irene moved out of their reach. "What do you think you're doing?" Both men leered at her pretty face, unfriendly ideas occurring to them right then. "Searching for trackers." Irene shook her head right then. "I don't have anything of the sort." "That's not up to you to decide, we'll only believe you after we search you and find nothing," they said, though they seemed eager to cop a feel while they did. Irene kept backing away. "I said I don't have anything of the sort—" "You should listen if you want your mother and baby to be safe from harm," another voice said just then. Irene turned to find Ian looking at her in amusement from within a silver sedan, having wound down his window. She was left clenching her fist at his threat, but had to stay calm in appearance. "I promise you that I didn't bring any trackers, and aren't I your relative? Having men grope my body will be an insult to you and your family. And are y