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…”

out to him from the

say something when he heard

memory flooded his mind. “Please don’t throw

on the verge of tears due to frustration. “I can’t hold

again, but

his frustration any longer. He turned the car around

the hospital. Isabella continued retching in the

cold

her mother’s voice in her

probably be due to

Group dies from starvation. How

is how it ends? The internet will find

up in this mess. They’ll discover that I’ve been

writing online theses about

the families they

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enter the hospital through the

acting strangely. He

responding to her.

her

couldn’t hear her clearly, but he caught

Realizing that he would soon be

a few times. The McLaren

causing the cars in front to

down on the accelerator, and the car

reach the hospital in the city center. He

door, and the cool night breeze rushed into the car. Isabella

cold. She lifted her head

leaning over to pick her

“No.” Isabella moved away.

a sigh and said

head. Despite her sickly pale complexion, she refused,

won’t do.”

got back into

Isabella, feeling wronged, said, “You’re going to