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

direct, and her words were to

laugh, and the looks everyone

rather peculiar.

had been tirelessly building her network for support, snorted in

to Isabella’s sarcastic and shameless comment. “I’m

Virgin Mary anyway. Unlike someone

score with Abigail regarding Lara’s tampered

Little did she know that Abigail couldn’t

You put a price on yourself.” Isabella

holding her coffee

once

she instinctively protected her face, glaring

her. Holding her coffee cup,

to the pantry.

had significant matters to attend to

such a little troublemaker.

approaching the end of the

people during her

so her hands were far from

her. One small mistake,

herself.

phone in her hand, she anxiously watched the

was the end of the workday.

everyone else to disperse,

greet him,

Isabella an account, telling her she could directly view

surveillance of

opposite the Prince Hotel. She sat

for Room 801, closely monitoring the

***

was ready to leave with

emotions. Now, she

but her eyes were still

back seat, observing her eyes through the rearview mirror.

another ten days. Adapt as soon as possible, or you

eyes. She

just tightly

and the

too loud.