I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 74

The man’s gaze remained fixed on Isabella’s eyes as he drank the entire

content of the glass. Then, he flipped the glass upside down.

The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers. It was more intense than when

the muscular man had his turn.

Isabella lowered her head and rolled her eyes, becoming even more

suspicious that the person in front of her was Seth. Other than Seth, she

wouldn’t experience this kind of physiological fear toward anyone else.

“Only one drink left.” The man reminded her.

She snorted and continued to mix the drink. She planned to discreetly add

the ‘good stuff’ to the glass, but just as she reached out, the man standing in

front of the bar suddenly stretched his hand across and grabbed her arm.

“What are you taking?”

Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, and she was momentarily flustered but

quickly forced a smile.

“I’m just adding some fruit to decorate it and help you ease the alcohol buzz.”

“Why are you so nice to him?” Someone nearby grumbled in jealousy. “Is it

because he looks handsome?”

Laughter ensued.

Isabella was unfazed as she glanced at the man in front of her. “Could you

please let go first? You’re hurting me.”

A glint of darkness flashed in the man’s eyes, and the next moment, he

released her arm.

Though the restraint on her arm loosened, her heart tensed up.

just now confirmed her

indeed Seth!

Why was he meddling in this?

lifted his chin

a hint of

bít her lip, scanned the bar, and eventually settled on a

vodka.

a new concoction,

brim with vodka, and put a lemon wedge on the

“Enjoy.”

with me after I finish this drink?” The man spoke softly.

the suspense just to play

sense the mockery in his eyes even though she couldn’t see

his face. She was nervous,

composure.

finish without

picked up the glass in front

the glass in

reluctance. This thorny rose might actually be

someone else.

look at the glass. She saw it slowly

every

glass of vodka like that should be quite challenging,

drug.

Seth had a good tolerance for alcohol, but he wasn’t invincible.

be enough

no sign of him being affected by it even after the

glass back to

reached out to

found herself in a difficult situation. The crowd around

94%

and if she didn’t go along, the bar

people.

choice. She could only open the small door behind

join the

close abruptly, his hand encircled her neck, and

without

she forgot

the taste of alcohol

her and made her almost

exploring her mouth thoroughly, the

crowd before heading straight upstairs to a private

room.

the surrounding onlookers were like a wedding