I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 142

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Seth carried Isabella to the fourteenth floor. When the elevator doors opened,

the people waiting outside were completely surprised, unable to offer any

greetings.

Isabella was piggybacked on Seth’s back. She intentionally lowered her head,

her hair draping down to hide her face.

Despite carrying her, Seth maintained an upright posture, exuding a terrifying

presence with just a single glance. He said, “Don’t you people have anything

better to do?”

The stunned crowd quickly regained awareness. In an instant, people

scattered in all directions, chaos erupting once again. They forgot their

intended destinations, colliding with each other.

Seth observed the chaotic scene with annoyance. He was about to scold the

supervisor when he suddenly felt pressure on his neck. Isabella, without

realizing it, tightened her grip around his neck. Their skin briefly made

contact, and she swiftly withdrew her hand, reacting sensitively.

He thought she was overreacting, considering they had already been more

intimate. A slight touch like this shouldn’t matter much. With that in mind, he

tilted his head backward, pressing against her arm.

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Isabella leaned in, and with the sudden movement, Seth’s hair lightly brushed

against her cheek, feeling soft and ticklish. It sent a shiver down her spine,

and goosebumps appeared on her arm.

steps, Seth entered the

unexpectedly released the person

Thankfully, Nicolas was behind her, extending a hand

help her regain balance.

clothes, and his

stood by the door. “Arrange for someone to

her. Don’t waste time.”

read something from Seth’s

gaze, and his vigilant eyes pierced through, prompting Jason

quickly look away.

inconspicuous sales point

the company’s reputation. Don’t show

emphasized “anyone,” making his intentions

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muttered curses under her breath. When she

swearing, Seth seemed to sense something and

parted, and she was caught in

Awkwardly tugging

unaware, forcing

in his pockets, and walked

long strides. Surprisingly, he didn’t give

the meeting room door

peered through the glass door, observing

back, almost as if the playful antics

with him. At that thought, she licked her lips,

she was losing

Symons, please take a seat,” Jason reminded her. Despite Seth’s

Isabella, Jason felt it was unwise

maintained a courteous attitude.

paused, feeling numb and sore in her knees. The

seemed like her knees refused to bend. Taking

to the edge of

bending her legs into various details. It took some time

settled into the

was seated, Jason

the meeting room, Isabella thought about a plan. She clenched

in her legs.

She thought about checking around but felt

now. So, she decided not to

pulled out a tissue and

gave