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. Once

unexpectedly released the person

was behind

help her regain balance.

straightened his clothes, and his

Jason, who stood by the door.

her. Don’t waste time.”

to read something from Seth’s

and his vigilant eyes

quickly look away.

just an inconspicuous sales point

reputation. Don’t show any

making his intentions quite

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muttered curses under her breath. When she

swearing, Seth seemed to sense something and swiftly turned

slightly parted, and she was caught in

her mouth froze. Awkwardly tugging at the

to be unaware, forcing

in his pockets, and walked out of the

he

a click, the meeting room

glass door, observing him walking away. He

back, almost as if the playful

At that thought, she licked her lips, feeling

realized she was losing her

a seat,” Jason reminded her.

was unwise to offend her and

maintained a courteous attitude.

sore in her knees. The

like her knees refused to bend. Taking

her way to the edge of the table,

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

into the

Jason went outside

room, Isabella thought about a

the pain in her legs. The audit

thought about checking around but felt

that right now. So, she

pulled out a tissue and wiped

she silently gave herself a pep