I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 151

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After Isabella made that statement, Seth rolled up the car window, revved up

the car, and stepped on the pedal. Imperia was a bustling city. Even at night,

the traffic on its outskirts was still congested. Seth maneuvered through the

highway and entered a tunnel. He skillfully navigated past other cars as if he

were driving a go-kart. Isabella, sitting in the passenger seat, was jostled

around. She tightly gripped her seatbelt, fearing for her life.

Isabella replayed her answers in her mind. Hey, my response was perfect. I

told him that I was toning down my ambition and marrying someone else so

he wouldn’t think I had any intentions towards him. So, what’s his problem?

The car accelerated, and Isabella thought she heard police sirens. “If you

keep speeding like this, Mr. Shaffer, you’ll be making headlines tomorrow.”

“I won’t be the only one making headlines,” Seth replied.

Damn it. What did I ever do to deserve this treatment from you? Isabella felt

like she was going crazy. She had been starving the entire day and thought

she might die. Now, with Seth tormenting her, she genuinely believed she Chapter 151 In The Hospital With Seth

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might not make it. She wanted to vomit, but she couldn’t if there was nothing

to throw up.

“Seth…”

he heard someone calling out to him

when he heard Isabella

a painful memory flooded

verge of tears due to frustration. “I can’t hold it in…”

again, but

ignore his frustration any longer. He

hospital. Isabella continued

was spinning, and she felt cold

could hear her mother’s voice in

it. If I die here, it’ll probably be due to starvation.

Group dies from starvation. How ridiculous!

this is how it ends? The internet

They’ll discover that I’ve been

theses about it, only

are influenced by the families they grow

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the hospital through the

thought Isabella was acting strangely.

responding to her.

closed her eyes, her voice barely

clearly, but he caught

he would soon be blocked

his steering wheel a few times. The McLaren was

in front to

pressed down on the accelerator, and the car sped

to reach the

cool night breeze rushed

cold. She lifted her head in

Seth leaning over to pick her

“No.” Isabella moved away.

sigh and said patiently,

shook her head. Despite her sickly pale complexion,

won’t do.”

got back into the car. “Come. Here,” he

in a daze, Isabella, feeling wronged,