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

expressionless. She picked up her cup

casually commented

outside,

people from the Shaffer

soon. She needed to see who

with this matter.

it’s Old Mr.

clench her fist, her heart pounding. Despite the

after orchestrating such

maintained a facade of

window, she saw that the reporters were kicked out,

excitement. They hurriedly

the first to report

big news.” The waiter,

to strike up a

laptop and

entertainment

a couple of days ago, Amelie Fowler was

eyes shining with gossip. “But for some

even if they’re photographed, it

waitress lowered her voice, telling Isabella, “I

before. The entire hotel was sealed, and

taken aside for

was leaked.”

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

wanted her to

I bet we’ll have breaking news in less

waitress was excited, eagerly checking her phone for updates.

window, waiting quietly. She

that Seth would be

7.40PM, Seth left the banquet midway and changed

occasions, but recently, with so much

by a few old men toasting him was

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

not there.

“Nicolas.”

the door open. “Yes, Mr.

luna luna

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

the limit of patience

“She seemed to have stained

went to