I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 140

Isabella couldn’t leave gracefully with the support of a cane as Seth, in a

seemingly merciful gesture, had ordered a stretcher for her. Thus, she was

carried out in full view of the public.

The scrutiny along the way was more severe than if they had killed her.

Once in the car, he sat beside her. Both avoided making eye contact, and

their gazes never met.

With a numb expression, she asked in despair, “Mr. Shaffer, can I get out of

the car by myself?”

Seth raised an eyebrow with a subtle curve at the corner, sarcastically

saying, “You don’t want a stretcher? Do you want someone who can support

you to carry you down instead?”

Isabella was speechless.

Just before getting in the car, he had used the excuse of “business secrets” to,

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refuse to let Gordon ride with them. Since Gordon didn’t drive here, he had to

reluctantly hail a cab.

However, Seth’s driver skillfully navigated the route, and after a few turns,

Gordon’s cab had disappeared from view.

Seth got rid of the only person who could help her and was still making

sarcastic remarks.

The little devil in Isabella’s heart spewed fire, but her face maintained a

to go in on a stretcher,

Now, the biggest

to clear herself completely, even if it meant admitting to

seize the

issues; this was a heaven-sent opportunity.

in her mind, the car had already arrived

Group’s territory.

spacious, with many luxury cars

stretching endlessly./

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of relief. Even though the Shaffer

her now, it used

reason to be

stop, and someone approached

bodyguards then carefully took her stretcher

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vein twitched on her forehead. She glanced

and stubbornly went to pull the door on her

only to find the door was locked and

be opened.

Gordon?” Seth

by why he kept

really need to keep repeating it?

for him. Yet, it seemed the man expected her to

the next instant, not allowing

bodyguards carrying the stretcher exchanged glances. One of them,

enough, asked, “Miss Symons, do you need help?”

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gritted her teeth, forcing a smile. “No, thank

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supported herself with one hand on the

to get off, Seth, standing

Shaffer, please

around.

mouth curled up

legs; I can walk,” she

body, firm in spirit, worthy

stepped aside, making room for the

her self-destructive

for the

on the ground. Not sensing any pain, she figured