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

in on a stretcher,

the biggest problem was the

clear herself completely,

needed to seize the opportunity

performance issues; this was a heaven-sent opportunity.

mind, the car had already

Group’s territory.

underground garage was spacious, with many luxury cars

stretching endlessly./

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The Stubborn

secretly let out a sigh of

used to

reason to

and someone approached to

bodyguards then carefully took

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twitched on her forehead. She

door on her

only to find

be opened.

for Gordon?” Seth suddenly asked.

baffled by why

need to keep repeating it? She turned

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

exited the car the next

exchanged glances.

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

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The

gritted her teeth, forcing a

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herself with one hand on the seat,

door. Yet when she tried to get off,

way. “Mr. Shaffer,

but slowly turned around. “You don’t need a

corners of her mouth curled up with

my legs; I

body, firm in spirit, worthy of praise.” A scornful expression

his face. He stepped aside, making room for the woman

self-destructive

her teeth, ready for the pain. She gradually extended her leg,

Not sensing any