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. All he could think about was the

his view. As he looked down, he

slender legs.

have some

stunned, unable to believe that the rumors were true.

tighter around herself,

After all, he

as she took one step, he forcefully wrapped an

trapped her in an

A

go! Help! Mmph…” She had only yelled twice before

mouth, making it difficult for her

was, the

and didn’t care about logic; he just wanted to follow his desires.

his other arm

her further into

could not escape

all her might,

face of brute strength.

slammed shut with a loud

“Don’t touch me!”

echoed from

two employees walking past the

check

have a lot of

“True…”

dimly lit

his

95%

aloofly glanced at the

have worked with me for five years. You know that I

play hard to get.”

and smiled. “You’ve slept with me for five years.

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

while her black eyes shined, and her lips

truly wanted to

his lips together and fell silent

and picked up

call. “Bring

fidgeted with

going to be good. Her mind

herself for all possibilities.

he continued to lock his

her. He only looked away when someone knocked on

“Come in.”

doorway, which was

to get

Seth’s hand