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

about was the

his view. As he looked down, he

slender legs.

let’s have some

believe that the

herself, she tried

past him. After all, he

as she took one step, he forcefully

trapped her

A

had

it difficult

how drunk he was, the deputy manager

about logic; he just wanted to follow

her mouth and his

further

kicked hard, but she could not escape her fate of being dragged

struggled with all her might, she was exceedingly helpless

face of brute strength.

shut with

“Don’t touch me!”

scream echoed from

employees walking past the door looked at each

check

own business. The rich have a lot of

“True…”

dimly

heard Isabella’s response, his eyes instantly turned icy.

95%

aloofly glanced at

me for five years. You know that I detest women

play hard to get.”

smiled. “You’ve slept with me

raised

against her skin while her black eyes

wanted to quit. It’s not

and fell silent as he continued to

He turned and picked up the

call. “Bring

and fidgeted with her hair.

to be good. Her mind swiftly raced as she

herself for all possibilities.

his fiery gaze on her

He only looked away when someone knocked

“Come in.”

the doorway, which was

who “invited” her to get into the

folder by Seth’s hand with more respect than