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

All he could think about was the womanly

his view. As he looked down, he

slender legs.

have

unable to believe that the rumors

bathrobe tighter around herself,

him. After all, he was

one step, he forcefully wrapped an arm around her

her in

A

Mmph…” She had only yelled twice before a

making it difficult

was, the deputy manager

about logic; he just wanted

his other arm around her waist,

her further into

kicked hard, but she could not

might, she was exceedingly

face of brute strength.

door slammed shut

“Don’t touch me!”

echoed from

the door

we check it

have a lot of

“True…”

dimly

his

95%

moved away, he aloofly glanced at the

me for five years.

play hard to get.”

and smiled. “You’ve slept

temper.” As she raised her

against her skin while her black eyes shined,

wanted to

his lips together and fell silent as

eyes. He turned and picked up the

phone call. “Bring it

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

not going to be good. Her mind swiftly raced as she tried to

herself for all possibilities.

he continued to lock his fiery gaze on her face as

her. He only looked away when someone knocked

“Come in.”

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, which was now occupied by

her to get

man placed a folder by Seth’s hand with