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

Louis. There was also the matter that it would be

Louis.

was rather morally

Damn it!

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such a dilemma and very, very

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eyes, and the pain only intensified the

couldn’t help but

to vent some of her frustrations. She had no

from the bright lights with her arms.

eyes as she rested her head against

into the cafe reminded

the Grim

difficulties ahead even

challenge.

had a grandfather who is a

squinting her eyes, daydreaming about

and endless

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voice of the waiter shattered her beautiful

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back to reality, smiled apologetically at

two slices of

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magical way of making one feel happier. Thus, her

by a smidgen.

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

she remained vigilant and only entered when she was

no one

return so early?” Abigail exclaimed while feigning

covering her

bothered with the likes of her and dragged

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didn’t seem bothered by her reaction

an annoying pest. Even a fool could tell that she

trip, and Isabella was far from a

from curling her lips into

on seducing only Abigail? Instead,

to take matters

work trip is indeed

your performance for a month.”

resist making sarcastic remarks

while sporting that sweet smile on

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sip of her coffee as she passed

a blunt remark. “Isn’t every trip a

willing to

her own two eyes far

to

more than just Jonas

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straightforward.

Her eyes widened, and her blown pupils,

only made her look like an alien.

do nothing more than scream at Isabella for the slight. Alas,

also didn’t dare to do such

left leisurely and completely ignored

the business trip contracts and reported everything. However,

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the credit to Jonas.

work was tedious, and it kept

phone started vibrating before she could

yet another anonymous message.

you’re avoiding me. That’s not very nice of

a few words,