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

tear Louis into

Isabella remained expressionless. She picked up

commented

outside,

from the Shaffer Family who

She needed

with this matter.

Old Mr.

fist, her heart

inside her after orchestrating

maintained a facade of composure.

that the reporters were kicked out, but

They hurriedly walked to

the first to report

The waiter, noticing that Isabella remained in place,

up a conversation with

her laptop and said, “Isn’t this hotel

entertainment

couple of days ago, Amelie Fowler

her eyes shining with gossip.

photographed, it doesn’t

waitress lowered her voice, telling Isabella, “I heard that a

hotel was sealed, and all the

aside for questioning. Not a single picture

was leaked.”

anything. She

wanted her to spend a few quiet days

we’ll have

was excited, eagerly checking her phone for

Isabella looked out the window,

Seth would be

Seth left the banquet midway and changed his clothes

such occasions, but recently,

few old men toasting him was really annoying.

cufflinks, intending to change into a new shirt, but found that

was not

“Nicolas.”

quickly pushed the

luna luna

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

He had reached the limit of patience with her

“She seemed to have stained her clothes

went to