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

matter that it would be a risky

Louis. Plus, she

it was rather morally problematic.

Damn it!

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dilemma and very, very tired.

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the pain only intensified

Eventually, she couldn’t help but mutter curses under her

her frustrations. She had no choice

head from the bright

closing her eyes as she rested her

into the cafe reminded Isabella that another

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

would be endless difficulties ahead even

challenge.

a military general and a father who is

squinting her eyes,

universes and endless possibilities.

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the waiter shattered her

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smiled apologetically at the

ordered two slices

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magical way of making one feel happier. Thus,

improved by a smidgen.

had gained her bearings, she

vigilant and only entered when

no one was around.

return so early?” Abigail exclaimed while feigning

by covering

likes of her and dragged her luggage

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pouring herself a

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bothered by her reaction and continued to follow

could tell that she

trip, and Isabella was far

from curling her lips

he just focus on seducing only

forcing her to take

trip is indeed a good thing. You won’t

performance for a month.”

sarcastic remarks when

that sweet smile

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her coffee as she passed by the other

“Isn’t every trip a good trip to you as

to

had seen such proof with her own two eyes far too many times.

to work at some point. So, it

had more than just Jonas entangled in her

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straightforward. A

her sweet face. Her eyes widened, and her blown

look like an alien. It

to do nothing more than scream at Isabella

didn’t dare to do

ignored Abigail’s fury. She

contracts and

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all the credit

work was tedious, and it kept her busy until

vibrating before she could

another anonymous

me. That’s not very nice of you.’

few