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.

Isabella remained expressionless. She picked

and casually commented to the empty air, “What a

sat outside, not planning to leave.

the people from

needed to see

with this matter.

it’s Old Mr.

clench her fist, her heart pounding. Despite the

brewing inside her after orchestrating such

she maintained a facade of composure.

that the reporters were kicked out, but their

with excitement. They hurriedly walked to

the first to report

The waiter, noticing that Isabella

up a conversation with her.

her laptop and said, “Isn’t this

entertainment

days ago, Amelie Fowler was arrested

her tongue, her eyes shining with gossip.

even if they’re photographed, it

Isabella, “I

was photographed before. The entire hotel was

were taken aside for questioning. Not

was leaked.”

didn’t say anything. She hadn’t intended for

to spend a few quiet

swarm of media, I bet we’ll have breaking

The waitress was excited, eagerly checking her phone for updates.

looked out the window, waiting

would be the

left the banquet midway and changed his clothes

occasions, but recently, with so much going

a few old men

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

not

“Nicolas.”

quickly pushed the door open. “Yes,

luna luna

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

the limit of patience

“She seemed to have stained her

to change herself.”