I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chatper 142

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 small meeting

the person on his

almost stumbled. Thankfully, Nicolas was behind her, extending a

help her regain balance.

straightened his clothes, and his expression showed

who stood by the door. “Arrange for someone

her. Don’t waste time.”

something from Seth’s face.

and his vigilant eyes pierced through, prompting

quickly look away.

inconspicuous sales

reputation. Don’t

making his

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curses under

Seth seemed to sense

Her lips slightly parted, and she was caught in the act. Even

Awkwardly tugging at the corner of her lips,

unaware, forcing

withdrew his gaze, hands in his pockets, and walked

he didn’t give her any

the meeting room door

through the glass door, observing

almost as if

that

realized she

a seat,” Jason reminded her. Despite

Isabella, Jason felt it was unwise to

maintained a courteous attitude.

numb and sore in

but it seemed like her knees refused to bend. Taking

way to the edge

into various

into the

she was seated, Jason went

room, Isabella thought

legs. The audit team

She thought about checking around

right now. So, she decided not to interfere.

a tissue

gave herself a pep

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