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.

entered the small

released the person

was behind

help her regain balance.

straightened his clothes, and his expression showed no guilt.

stood by the door. “Arrange for someone

her. Don’t waste time.”

read something from Seth’s

vigilant

quickly look away.

inconspicuous sales

company’s reputation. Don’t show any

making his intentions quite

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nearby, muttered curses under her breath. When

seemed to sense something and

slightly parted, and she was caught in the act.

Awkwardly tugging at the corner of

unaware, forcing

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

Surprisingly, he

a click, the meeting room

peered through the glass door, observing him

as if the playful antics from

with him. At that thought, she

she was

seat,”

Isabella, Jason felt it was unwise to offend her

maintained a courteous attitude.

and sore in her knees. The thought of sitting

but it seemed like her knees refused to

made her way to the edge

bending her legs into various details. It took some time

into

she was seated, Jason went

thought about

her legs. The

time passed. She thought about checking around but

do that right now. So, she decided

tissue and wiped the

silently gave herself