I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 61

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That evening, Isabella packed her bags and returned to Imperia. Despite

Jonas’ repeated attempts to persuade her to stay, she used the excuse that

“a long delay could cause complications” to fend off his requests. Jonas had

been harboring suspicions in his heart that a rival had to have something to

do with this. So, he stopped bugging her after considering his circumstances.

She hadn’t rested well for two whole days. As a result, she fell into a deep

slumber, completely relaxed because Jonas, the sleazeball, wasn’t

accompanying her this time. She was roused from her sleep due to the

announcement that the plane had landed.

At 3.00AM, she hailed a cab in order to go home. Nonetheless, she remained

cautious throughout the journey.

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Exhaustion had crept and made itself in her bones as she stumbled out of

the car. Then, she dragged her luggage behind her as she ambled toward

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her home.

Suddenly, she looked up and noticed that the lights were on. She almost

thought she was mistaken or perhaps seeing hallucinations. Yet, she counted

the floors and stared at the building in bewilderment for a few seconds

before realizing it was indeed from her floor.

However, she was the sole occupant of that floor. So, the lights shouldn’t have

been on at all.

Isabella became guarded as she immediately spun on her heel. Then, she

pulled her luggage along to the cafe across the street as a precaution.

Finally, she started to observe the people coming and going.

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As it was almost dawn, people began to emerge from the building where she

lived-a total of six unfamiliar faces met her eyes. Regardless, none of that

mattered, as she could recall seeing the man leading them. That man was

Louis’ bodyguard.

Her heart sank as she started to connect the dots. She couldn’t help but

tighten her grip on the handle of her suitcase while swiftly weighing her

options.

The “Get out of Jail Free” card she had acquired from Seth was far too

precious. Therefore, she could feel herself grimacing as she thought of using

There was also the matter that it would be

she wanted to outsmart Louis.

rather morally

Damn it!

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in such a dilemma and very, very

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the pain only intensified the

she couldn’t help but

of her frustrations. She had no

a quick break, shielding her head from the bright

as she rested her head against

the cafe

had passed. Frankly, she felt as if the Grim Reaper was chasing her, as

endless difficulties ahead

challenge.

had a grandfather who is a military general and a father who is a

she grumbled while squinting

and

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The voice of the waiter shattered her beautiful

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back to reality, smiled

ordered two slices

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way of making one

improved by

she had gained her bearings, she calmly dragged her luggage to

she remained vigilant and only

one was around.

did you return so early?” Abigail exclaimed

by covering her mouth.

be bothered with the likes of her

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the office before pouring herself a cup of

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by her reaction and continued to follow Isabella

tell that she was subtly trying to

this trip, and Isabella was far from

curling her lips into a

just focus on seducing

everyone, forcing her to take matters into her

trip is indeed a good

performance for a month.”

remarks

her, all the while sporting that

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of her coffee as she passed by the other woman

trip a good trip

to sell?”

proof with her own two eyes far

directly to work at

had more than just Jonas entangled in her web.

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to be so straightforward. A hint

Her eyes widened, and her blown

only made her look like an alien.

than scream at Isabella

also didn’t dare to

leisurely and completely ignored Abigail’s fury. She

and

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the credit to Jonas.

subsequent work was tedious, and it kept her

phone started vibrating before she could

yet another anonymous message.

That’s not very

few words, Isabella