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

Isabella remained expressionless. She picked up her

a sip and casually commented

outside, not planning to leave.

left, and the people from the Shaffer

here soon. She needed to see who would be dealing

with this matter.

it’s Old Mr.

but clench her fist,

her after orchestrating such a

a facade

that the reporters

were filled with excitement. They hurriedly walked to their cars, eager

to report the news.

The waiter, noticing that

up a conversation with

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

of entertainment

days ago, Amelie Fowler

her tongue, her eyes shining with

if they’re photographed,

Isabella, “I heard that

before. The entire hotel was sealed, and all

entered were taken aside for

was leaked.”

chuckled but didn’t say anything. She hadn’t

she just wanted her to spend a few quiet days abroad.

media, I bet we’ll have breaking news in less

excited, eagerly checking her phone for

out the window, waiting quietly.

Seth would be the one handling this.

left the banquet midway and changed his

was used to such occasions, but recently, with so much going on,

old men toasting him was

cufflinks, intending to change into a new shirt, but

not

“Nicolas.”

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

luna luna

Didn’t I ask her to bring me clothes?” Seth’s

had reached the limit of patience with her efficiency.

he replied, “She seemed to have stained

went to