I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 111

After leaving the Shaffer Group, Isabella returned to her company and took

advantage of the opportunity to check Abigail’s computer. When she

confirmed that there were no issues, she waited for the end of the workday.

Then, Isabella arranged to meet Lara at 6.00PM in Room 801 of the Prince

Hotel’s Presidential Suite. Isabella anticipated that Louis would probably

arrive around 6.30PM.

Natasha knew that Isabella had a plan. Although she didn’t pry too much,

Natasha inquired if there was anything Isabella needed.

Isabella just happened to need a helper, so she said without hesitation,

“Natasha, at 6.40PM tonight, in Room 801 of the Prince Hotel’s Presidential

Suite, there will be a major entertainment industry scandal. I need you to

inform the media.”

After hearing that, Natasha chuckled. “No problem. Just wait for it.”

With everything meticulously arranged, Isabella couldn’t resist a triumphant

snap of her fingers.

“Everybody’s hustling to get ready for the car exhibition, but it looks like some

folks are just taking it easy.” Abigail sarcastically commented when she

spotted Isabella casually sitting at her desk.

As Isabella took a sip of her coffee, her eyes locked on Abigail. Isabella even

audaciously traced the contours of her chest. “Some of us are just naturally.

chill. Unlike you, who must be… running around all over the place, huh?” Her

words

couldn’t help but laugh,

rather

tirelessly building her network for support, snorted in

and shameless

be the Virgin Mary

the score with Abigail

Little did she know that Abigail

Virgin Mary, of course. You put a

holding her

she had once been splashed with

she instinctively protected her face, glaring

Isabella completely ignored her. Holding her coffee cup, she went

to the pantry.

matters to attend to tonight and didn’t want to

such a little troublemaker.

passed, approaching the end of the workday, Isabella

people during

so her hands were far from clean. However, using such a provocative

a first for her. One small

herself.

anxiously

was the end of the

waiting for everyone else to disperse, she left

she didn’t even greet him,

sent Isabella an account, telling her she could

of

opposite the Prince Hotel. She

the surveillance for Room 801, closely monitoring the situation inside.

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with

her emotions. Now, she

but her eyes were still swollen.

in the back seat, observing her eyes through

another ten days. Adapt as

her eyes. She lacked the courage even

so she just tightly held

in the car was tense, and the driver didn’t

too loud.