I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 83

Outside the car, the man was wearing only a shirt with sleeves rolled up to

his forearms. He exuded a formidable aura, and while his face was mostly

hidden in the shadows, he cast a terrifyingly oppressive aura without having

to say anything.

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Isabella’s head was spinning, but she instinctively shrank her neck a little and

withdrew her gaze. In fact, she didn’t really remember who Seth was and

stiffly repeated, “B*stard.”

Seth didn’t speak a word. Instead, his first thought was to pull the damn

woman out of his car.

Upon seeing the situation, Nicolas hurriedly reminded, “Mr. Shaffer, Isabella

looks drunk.”

Seth’s hand hung in the air. The sound of Isabella monotonously repeating a

particular word filled his ears, making him frown as he looked at Nicolas. With

disgust, he said, “You get in the car and open the window for ventilation.”

After getting his orders, Nicolas hurriedly got in the car.

Seth was impatient and didn’t even wait half a minute before getting in the

car with a cold expression.

“Mr. Shaffer, where to?”

“Shaffer Residence,” Seth replied frustratedly. He finally had two days off but

was forced to take a cold shower yesterday and had to bring the drunk

woman back home today.

“Stop the car,” he suddenly ordered.

Nicolas stepped on the brakes and parked the car by the roadside.

glanced at the dazed woman beside him

couldn’t bring himself to speak his mind. He

five years, it

the car in this state. “Return to

confused, Nicolas hurriedly started the

things out, and

toward Isabella’s face. Since she was drunk,

slight pout. Besides

her look

are you pretending to be

him and

turned back around

trying

or not, but after a long while, he

and showed no traces

hasn’t improved after five years.” He snorted

withdrawing his gaze.

toward Shaffer Residence, the surroundings gradually

roads winding up the mountain were

had breathtaking night views along

the window, unable to contain her

b*stard.” That

heard her loud and clear, and he snapped his

in shock. She was so drunk, yet she

much hatred did she have

man called out.

up while glancing

her to have such a

a little while turning his face away in irritation. His

gently touched the cloth of his pants as

filled his mind.

leaned to the side. Her lips gradually stopped moving,

she sat there quietly and obediently.

the mountain,

road. “Mr. Shaffer, we’ve arrived.”

at Isabella beside him, his

and can’t walk straight. Should I send her inside?” Nicolas

asked.

unwilling to accept that idea. “Help her

the butler to bring her

Nicolas nodded. “Sure.”

he seemed to disregard Isabella, getting out of

heading straight into the