I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 117

Selena anxiously waited for Seth at the hotel, but he never showed up.

Wrapped in just a bathrobe, she sat on the couch, feeling the chill seeping

into her body while resentment surged in her heart.

Throughout her youth, she had crafted an image of herself as a sweet and

obedient girl, receiving protection and adoration both at school and at home.

There was no reason for all of that to lose its value in the man’s eyes.

When she recalled his aloof yet handsome face, she clenched her jaw.

“You’re mine…”

Before she could finish her sentence, someone was frantically knocking on

the door.

As Seth had left the room while angry, Selena subconsciously assumed the

person at the door was him.

Joy filled her heart. It did not matter if he was happy or upset. As long as he

returned, she still stood a chance.

“Mr. Shaffer!” she called out as she opened the door.

Outside the door was a middle-aged man who was incredibly drunk and

squinting at the abrupt appearance of a woman at the doorway.

Out of shock, she instinctively slammed the door shut. She knew that man, for

he was the deputy manager of this hotel. At parties, she had even witnessed

how he would hit on the female secretaries.

However, Selena was not fast enough. The deputy manager swiftly barged

into the room, using his weight to force the door open.

She hurriedly retreated in panic. “Mr. Grant, this is Mr. Shaffer’s room. You

cannot come in.”

The deputy manager had too much to drink, so he did not care whose room

was the womanly scent filling

As he looked

slender legs.

have

was stunned, unable to believe that the rumors

herself,

After all, he

he forcefully wrapped an arm

trapped her

A

had

it difficult for her to

was, the deputy

didn’t care about logic; he just wanted to follow

and his other

her further into the

she could not escape her fate of being

she struggled with all her might, she

face of brute strength.

door slammed shut with a

“Don’t touch me!”

echoed from

past the door

check it

lot of kinks.

“True…”

a dimly lit

Isabella’s response, his eyes instantly

95%

glanced at the woman kneeling

have worked with me for five years. You

play hard to get.”

smiled. “You’ve slept with me for

know my temper.” As she raised her head, the wound on

while her black eyes shined,

to quit. It’s not to play hard to

pressed his lips together and fell silent as he continued to stare

turned and picked up

a phone call. “Bring it

lowered her head and fidgeted with her hair. Her instincts told her

going to be good. Her mind swiftly raced

herself for all possibilities.

continued to lock his fiery

her. He only looked away when someone knocked on the

“Come in.”

eyes at the doorway, which

her to get into

by Seth’s hand with more respect than Ollie