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 womanly scent filling his nose

face within his view. As he looked down, he noticed

slender legs.

have

was stunned, unable to believe that the rumors were true.

tighter around herself, she tried to

After all,

took one step, he forcefully wrapped

trapped her in

A

go! Help! Mmph…” She had only

making it difficult

to how drunk he was, the

logic; he just wanted to

his other

further into

could not

she struggled with all her might, she was exceedingly helpless

face of brute strength.

shut

“Don’t touch me!”

scream echoed from

walking past the door

we check

lot of kinks. This is just one

“True…”

a dimly lit

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

95%

at the woman kneeling by his

with me for five years. You

play hard to get.”

“You’ve

temper.” As she raised her head,

out against her skin while her black eyes shined,

smile. “I truly wanted to

together and fell silent as he continued

He turned and picked up

a phone call. “Bring

fidgeted with her hair. Her instincts

good. Her mind swiftly raced as

herself for all possibilities.

up, he continued to lock his fiery gaze on her

looked away

“Come in.”

doorway,

“invited” her to get into the

a folder by Seth’s hand