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.

butler glanced at him and commented, “Everything is

and headed toward his bedroom,

it unnecessary. Giving

already generous enough.

his room, he caught a

scent

The butler’s

probably

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

his bed.

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

her

Seth had a complicated

with the situation before

called her coldly.

the sound and suddenly woke up,

at him.

speechless. Very well. She stops calling me a b*stard

changes to sc*mbag!

jaw tightly as he stiffly made his way

Isabella.

suddenly chuckled before snorting

stood before her, looking down at her from

lay flat on the bed, staring at

to

Silence.

letting out an alcohol-infused breath. Then,

and giggled. “Did you sleep with

temples throbbing. He had no idea that this was

his back, constantly bringing up the topic of sleeping together.

does it have to do with you?” His tone sounded rude.

back to him. “Doesn’t

taste?”

funny when he heard her speaking like

him

eyes, Isabella spoke drunkenly. “Innocent,

ponytail.”

of everything she listed, none of them were without reason.

that it did match

preferences.

Isabella lay beside him with her back to