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

had to go in

the biggest problem was the upcoming

She had to clear herself completely, even if

seize the opportunity to

performance issues; this

thoughts in her mind, the car

Group’s territory.

spacious, with many

stretching endlessly./

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The Stubborn

let out a sigh of

used to be where she

no reason to

to a stop, and someone approached to open the door.

took

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twitched on her forehead. She

stubbornly went to pull the door on her side, attempting to

She tried twice, only to

be opened.

for Gordon?” Seth suddenly

speechless, baffled by why he kept harping on

to keep repeating it? She turned around

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

car the next instant,

stretcher exchanged glances. One

Symons, do you need help?”

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her teeth, forcing a

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herself with one hand on the seat, slowly moving toward

when she tried to get off,

“Mr. Shaffer, please

slowly turned around. “You don’t

mouth curled up

I can walk,” she

spirit, worthy of praise.” A scornful

aside, making room for the

her self-destructive

teeth, ready for the pain.

her foot on the ground. Not sensing any