I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 113

In the hotel, a group of reporters rushed upstairs. Some went up from the

elevator, and others sneaked in through emergency exits. The hotel’s security

was powerless to stop them.

With a loud bang, the door of Room 801 was forcibly pushed open.

At this moment, Lara was lying on the couch with her shirt disheveled, and a

shirtless Louis was on top of her. They were intimately close.

When the reporters stormed in, they didn’t expect such a sensational scene.

They were momentarily dumbfounded but quickly recovered. One after

another, they started flashing their cameras at the two figures on the couch.

Louis lay limp on top, unable to move, much like Lara.

Caught up in their conversations, the reporters were oblivious to any peculiar

behavior from the duo on the couch. They presumed that the couple was

simply attempting to dodge the cameras. Relentlessly, they showered the

pair with pointed questions, but the two on the couch stayed unresponsive.

Soon, the hotel security swiftly entered the room. Witnessing the scene on

the couch, they were briefly taken aback. However, taking into account Lara’s

prominent identity, they promptly guided the reporters out of the room.

“Miss Shaffer, what’s your relationship with this gentleman?”

“Didn’t you say you were getting married soon on a popular variety show?”

“Is this gentleman your fiancé?”

The reporters were unwilling to give up. Even as they were being ushered out,

they continued bombarding the couple with questions, hoping to uncover a

scandal.

Yet, Lara couldn’t even make a sound. As she watched the cameras being

taken out, she was so infuriated that her eyes were bloodshot, wishing she

Louis into pieces.

expressionless. She picked

to take a sip and casually commented to

scene.” She sat outside, not

and the people from the Shaffer Family who were handling

situation should be here soon. She needed to see who would be

with this matter.

it’s Old Mr. Shaffer…

help but clench her fist, her heart pounding.

inside her after orchestrating such a

maintained a facade of composure.

the window, she saw that the reporters were kicked

with excitement. They hurriedly walked to their cars,

first to report the news.

news.” The waiter, noticing that Isabella remained in place,

over to strike up a conversation

smile, she closed her laptop and said, “Isn’t this hotel

entertainment

Just a couple of days ago, Amelie Fowler was

shining with gossip. “But for some

photographed,

voice, telling Isabella, “I

hotel was

taken aside for questioning. Not a single

was leaked.”

say anything. She hadn’t intended for

to spend

we’ll have breaking news in less

excited, eagerly checking her phone

window, waiting quietly.

would be

banquet midway and changed his clothes in the

used to such occasions, but recently, with so

a few old men toasting him was really

took off his cufflinks, intending to change into a new

not

“Nicolas.”

the door open. “Yes, Mr.

luna luna

her to bring me clothes?” Seth’s tone was

limit of patience

wasn’t sure, so he replied, “She seemed to have stained her

to change