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.

steady steps, Seth entered the small meeting room.

unexpectedly released the person on his back.

Nicolas was behind her, extending a

help her regain balance.

clothes, and his expression

the door. “Arrange

her. Don’t waste time.”

trying to read something from

vigilant eyes pierced

quickly look away.

just an inconspicuous sales point under the

Don’t show any

“anyone,” making

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under her breath. When she

sense something and swiftly turned

parted, and she was caught in

mouth froze. Awkwardly tugging at

to be unaware,

his gaze, hands in his pockets, and walked out of

Surprisingly, he didn’t give

a click, the meeting room

peered through the glass door, observing him walking away. He

if the playful

him. At that thought, she

realized she was

a seat,” Jason

Isabella, Jason felt it was unwise to offend

maintained a courteous attitude.

in her knees. The thought

like her knees refused

way to the edge of the table, breaking down

of bending her legs into various details.

into the

Jason

room, Isabella thought

her legs. The audit team and even Jason didn’t

She thought about checking around but

right now. So, she decided

she pulled out a tissue and

gave