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

unexpectedly released the person on his back.

Thankfully, Nicolas was behind her, extending

help her regain balance.

his expression showed no guilt.

who stood by the door. “Arrange for

her. Don’t waste time.”

trying to read something from Seth’s

and his vigilant eyes

quickly look away.

inconspicuous sales point under

Don’t show any courtesy

deliberately emphasized “anyone,” making his

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nearby, muttered curses under her breath. When she

sense

parted, and she was caught

closing her mouth froze. Awkwardly tugging at the

unaware,

his gaze, hands in his pockets,

he didn’t give her

click, the meeting room

glass door, observing

if the

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

she was losing

a seat,” Jason reminded

Jason felt it was unwise to offend

maintained a courteous attitude.

feeling numb and sore in her knees. The thought of sitting

like her knees

made her way to the edge of the table,

her legs into various details. It took

settled into

Jason went outside

Isabella thought about

legs. The audit team and

about checking around but felt it

So, she decided

tissue and wiped the cold sweat from

she silently gave herself a pep