I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 84

Seth entered his study and started a video conference, keeping a straight

face and not giving a single piece of advice throughout it.

When the executives on the other end finished their report but didn’t get

‘lectured,’ they instantly became nervous.

“Mr. Shaffer, what do you think about our proposal?”

Seth replied, “Inappropriate. Change it.”

The crowd was silent.

On the screen, the man’s perfect face looked dark, making others fear him no

matter how handsome he looked.

The executives exchanged glances, hoping one of them would mess up.

While they were hinting at each other with their eyes, they accidentally

wasted too much time.

Seth raised his head, his gaze stern. “Is there anything else?”

“Nope,” everyone answered in unison.

About to end the video conference, Seth ordered, “I want a new proposal

tomorrow morning.”

That left the executives feeling bitter, but they dared not ask anything. They

could only curse at the culprit who angered their boss.

After the meeting ended, Seth sat before his desk with his arms crossed. He

stared sternly at his computer, but his eyes seemed empty.

There was a knock outside the door, and he didn’t need to guess who it was.

“Seth, you should get to rest.” It was the butler’s voice.

Pinching the space between his brows, Seth closed his laptop and got up to

leave.

him and commented,

toward

about Isabella’s situation but finding it unnecessary. Giving

generous

opened the door to his room,

scent of

prepared.” The butler’s voice repeated

his tongue, Seth probably

was inside his room, he discovered there was indeed a woman

his bed.

in a relaxed posture with her arms beside her face as she lay

on her side,

her, Seth had a complicated

was going to deal with

he called her coldly.

and suddenly woke up, opening her eyes and

him. “Se…

She stops calling me a b*stard but

changes to sc*mbag!

tightly as he stiffly made his way

Isabella.

suddenly chuckled before snorting loudly. “I knew it.”

what?” Seth stood before her, looking down at her from

Isabella lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling as

to

Silence.

out an alcohol-infused

and giggled.

felt his temples throbbing. He had no idea

his back, constantly bringing up the topic

it have to do with you?”

back to him. “Doesn’t she suit

taste?”

Seth suddenly found it funny when

him well.

her eyes, Isabella spoke drunkenly. “Innocent, beautiful, and

ponytail.”

of everything she listed, none of them were without

that it did match his aesthetic

preferences.

Isabella lay beside him with her back to him and scattered