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.

at him and commented, “Everything is

a response and headed toward his bedroom, thinking to

it unnecessary. Giving her a room

already generous

to his room, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol

the clean scent

butler’s voice repeated in his ears.

of his tongue, Seth probably guessed the situation

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

his bed.

with her arms

her

not far from her, Seth had

was going to deal with the

he called her coldly.

suddenly woke up, opening her

at him. “Se…

She stops calling

changes to sc*mbag!

eyes, clenching his jaw tightly as he stiffly made

Isabella.

chuckled before snorting loudly. “I knew

before her, looking down at her

flat on the bed, staring at

want to sleep with

Silence.

an alcohol-infused breath.

giggled.

no idea that

bringing up

do with you?”

her tongue and turned her back to him. “Doesn’t she suit

taste?”

taste?” Seth suddenly found it funny when

him well.

her eyes, Isabella spoke drunkenly.

ponytail.”

none of them

that it did match

preferences.

him with her back to him and scattered hair