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

Isabella remained expressionless. She picked up her cup

a sip and casually commented to the empty air, “What

scene.” She sat outside, not planning to leave.

from the Shaffer Family

needed to see

with this matter.

Old

her fist, her heart pounding.

brewing inside her after orchestrating

maintained a facade of composure.

the window, she saw that the reporters were kicked out,

hurriedly walked to their

to report

big news.” The waiter, noticing that Isabella

up a conversation

laptop and said, “Isn’t this hotel

entertainment scandals?”

days ago, Amelie Fowler

her eyes shining with

if they’re photographed,

waitress lowered her voice, telling Isabella,

was photographed before. The entire hotel

entered were taken aside for questioning. Not a

was leaked.”

She

she just wanted her to spend a

I bet we’ll have breaking news

excited, eagerly checking her

window, waiting quietly. She had

would be the one handling this.

left the banquet midway and changed his clothes in the

to such occasions, but recently, with so much going on, being

men

took off his cufflinks, intending to change into a new shirt, but found

not

“Nicolas.”

that, Nicolas quickly pushed the door open. “Yes, Mr.

luna luna

I ask her to bring me clothes?”

had reached the limit of

sure, so he replied, “She

to change herself.”