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

unexpectedly released the person

was behind her, extending a hand

help her regain balance.

his clothes, and his expression showed no guilt. He

the door.

her. Don’t waste time.”

read something from Seth’s face.

his gaze, and his vigilant eyes pierced through, prompting

quickly look away.

sales

Don’t show

deliberately emphasized “anyone,” making his intentions

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curses under her breath.

swearing, Seth seemed to sense something and swiftly turned

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

her mouth froze. Awkwardly tugging at the corner

unaware, forcing

gaze, hands in his pockets,

strides. Surprisingly, he

the meeting room

through the glass door, observing him walking away.

turning back, almost as if the playful antics

do with him. At that thought,

She realized she was losing her

please take a seat,” Jason reminded her. Despite

was unwise

maintained a courteous attitude.

in her knees. The

it seemed like her knees refused to

she made her way to the edge of the table, breaking

various details.

into the

Jason went outside to call

room, Isabella thought about a

pain in her legs. The audit team and even

about checking around but felt it

that right now. So, she

out a tissue

silently gave