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

the person on his

Nicolas was behind her, extending a hand

help her regain balance.

and his

who stood by the door. “Arrange for someone to

her. Don’t waste time.”

hesitated, trying to read something from

gaze, and his vigilant eyes pierced through,

quickly look away.

an inconspicuous sales point

Don’t show any

“anyone,” making his intentions

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nearby, muttered curses under her breath.

swearing, Seth seemed to sense something and swiftly

and she was caught in the

closing her mouth froze. Awkwardly tugging at the corner of her

unaware,

gaze, hands in his pockets, and

Surprisingly, he didn’t give her any

the meeting room door

door, observing him

back, almost as if

that thought, she licked her lips, feeling

She realized she was losing her

a seat,” Jason

felt it was unwise

maintained a courteous attitude.

and sore in her knees. The thought

her, but it seemed like her knees refused to bend.

made her way to the edge of the table, breaking

of bending her legs into various details. It took some time

settled into the

seated, Jason went outside to

the meeting room, Isabella thought

pain in her legs. The audit

as time passed. She thought about checking around but

that right now. So,

tissue and wiped the cold sweat from

she silently gave herself a pep