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 small meeting room. Once

released the person on

almost stumbled. Thankfully, Nicolas was

help her regain balance.

clothes, and his expression showed no guilt.

by the door. “Arrange

her. Don’t waste time.”

to read something from Seth’s face. Suddenly,

gaze, and his vigilant eyes pierced through,

quickly look away.

sales

Don’t show

“anyone,” making his intentions quite

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standing nearby, muttered curses under her breath. When she

seemed to sense something

lips slightly parted, and she was caught in

froze. Awkwardly tugging

unaware, forcing a

in his

Surprisingly, he didn’t

a click, the

through the glass door, observing him

back, almost as if the playful

that thought, she

She realized she

seat,” Jason

it was

maintained a courteous attitude.

in her knees. The thought of sitting

it seemed like her knees refused to bend. Taking it

way to the edge of the

bending her legs into various details. It took

settled into

she was seated, Jason went outside

meeting room, Isabella thought about a plan. She clenched

pain in her legs. The audit team

as time passed. She thought about checking

right now. So,

a tissue and

silently gave herself