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

released the person on his back. Caught

Nicolas was behind her, extending a hand

help her regain balance.

his clothes, and his expression showed no

the door. “Arrange for someone

her. Don’t waste time.”

something from

vigilant eyes pierced through,

quickly look away.

just an inconspicuous sales point under the Shaffer

Don’t show any courtesy

emphasized “anyone,” making his intentions quite

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under her breath. When

swearing, Seth seemed to sense something and swiftly

Her lips slightly parted, and she was caught

froze. Awkwardly tugging at the corner

unaware, forcing

hands in his pockets, and walked

he didn’t

click, the meeting room door

through the glass door, observing

in turning back, almost as if the playful

that thought, she licked her

she was losing

please take a seat,” Jason

felt it was

maintained a courteous attitude.

paused, feeling numb and sore in her knees.

her knees refused to

to the edge of the table,

bending her legs into various details. It took some time

settled into

she was seated, Jason went outside to

room, Isabella thought about a plan. She

the pain in her legs. The audit team and even Jason

as time passed. She thought about checking around but felt

now. So,

she pulled out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat

Then, she silently gave herself