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

sip and casually commented to the empty air, “What

scene.” She sat outside,

from the Shaffer

be here soon. She needed to see who would be

with this matter.

it’s Old Mr. Shaffer…

help but clench her fist,

fear brewing inside her after orchestrating

a facade of composure.

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

excitement. They hurriedly walked to their

to report the

The waiter, noticing that Isabella remained in

to strike up

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

of entertainment

couple of days ago, Amelie

tongue, her eyes shining with gossip. “But for

photographed, it doesn’t matter.”

lowered her voice, telling Isabella, “I heard

hotel was sealed,

for questioning. Not a single picture

was leaked.”

say anything. She hadn’t intended for Lara

grace; she just wanted her to spend a

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

waitress was excited, eagerly checking her phone for

out the window, waiting quietly.

Seth would be the one handling this.

midway and changed his clothes

but recently, with

few old men toasting him was really annoying.

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

was not there.

“Nicolas.”

pushed the

luna luna

her to

reached the limit

he replied, “She seemed to have stained her

to change herself.”