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

She picked

take a sip and casually commented to the empty air,

She sat outside,

left, and the people from the Shaffer Family who were handling

here soon. She needed to see who would be

with this matter.

it’s Old Mr.

help but clench her fist, her heart pounding. Despite

fear brewing inside her after orchestrating such a

she maintained a facade of

window, she saw that the reporters were kicked

hurriedly

first to report

news.” The waiter, noticing

over to strike up a conversation with

and said, “Isn’t this hotel

entertainment scandals?”

days ago,

clicked her tongue, her eyes shining

even if they’re photographed,

voice, telling Isabella,

hotel

aside for questioning. Not a single

was leaked.”

anything. She

grace; she just wanted her to spend a few quiet days

we’ll have breaking news in less than 20

eagerly checking her phone

looked out the window, waiting

would be the one

midway and changed his clothes

occasions, but recently, with

old men toasting him was

change into a new shirt, but

not

“Nicolas.”

the

luna luna

Selena? Didn’t I ask her to bring me

reached the limit of

he replied, “She seemed to have stained her clothes

to change herself.”