I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Deal With That Man Sooner or Later

Seth grabbed the glass before Isabella could, raised it to his lips, and finished

it in one fell swoop.

Tap!

He placed the empty glass on the table and met Isabella’s confused gaze.

“Three cups are finished, so you can leave now.”

Isabella had been eagerly waiting for that word ‘leave,’ and hearing it made

her almost tear up out of gratefulness. She clutched her stomach, struggled

to get off the

stool, and stared at Seth. “Mr. Shaffer, you have to keep

your word.”

But Seth bowed his head to mix another drink, not bothering to acknowledge

her. He casually mixed a few different liquors into a glass and brought it to his

lips.

Isabella reminded him, “You still have a fever. It’s better not to drink.” If you get

sick because of this, I’ll be implicated.

Impatiently raising his head, Seth rebuked, “Are you not leaving?”

Isabella gritted her teeth and hurriedly headed out the door.

Behind her, Dariel clicked his tongue. “So ruthless.”

Isabella ignored him and gently closed the door before turning around and

weakly leaning against the door.

Now that the door separated them, she was finally spared from letting Seth

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see her embarrassment.

she hunched over

way downstairs step by

wasn’t easy to hail a cab at this hour, Isabella stood beside the road

finally stopping a cab. When she got in, the sudden

drop made her

Natasha’s place, lest she

men.

the residential area, the

tried

not get down. There seems to be a group of hooligans

driver

to have cleared up Isabella’s mind, and she

the driver’s gaze.

several men standing close to where Natasha lived,

she didn’t recognize. She couldn’t be sure

didn’t dare risk her own safety, so she asked, “Sir,

came from?”

driver didn’t ask anything and immediately turned around, nagging

safety issues along the way back.

state forced her drunkenness into a

she stumbled out of the

throb in pain again.

wasn’t around, the receptionist recognized Isabella, so it

her to get the key

narrowed her eyes

Nicolas.

stunned as he almost didn’t recognize Isabella.

you here?”

a crooked smile, Isabella replied, “I have some

looked at her ankle. “Is

sit

sprained it again.”

take a seat inside the car?” Nicolas jiggled the car

beamed. “I came here to

that idea and

to

and

fine.” Nicolas insisted and came forward to support her. “I’ll help you get

the car first.”

the discomfort in her stomach, brain, and

was aching and didn’t have the energy

argue with Nicolas.

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