Chapter 29

Irene froze when she saw Isaac's burly figure entering the room. At the same time, Mark got up and greeted Isaac respectfully. "Mr. Jefferson." Somehow, Isaac's eyes darted past Mark's face and landed on Irene. Ever since he knew her, she never put on any makeup, and her usual sense of fashion tended to be conservative. In fact, he never saw her in anything with straps, but now, she wore a dress so red it seemed to accentuate the blush in her skin. Mark noticed that Irene was not moving and reached out to tug at her. "Come on, please stand and greet Mr. Jefferson." However, when Mark's fingers touched Irene's arm, Isaac's expression darkened. If he was not sane, he would have rushed forward and pulled Irene toward himself. At the same time, Irene stood up, her dress accentuating her perfect figure, adding layers to her coquettish side for no reason. Batting his eyelashes, there was a brief flash that quickly disappeared from Isaac's eyes. On the other hand, Irene was nervous