I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 216

Isabella gritted her teeth, ready to retort, but as they entered the hotel, they were

greeted by several prominent figures.

“Mr. Shaffer, congratulations.”

“Miss Symons, you are young and promising with a bright future.”

Isabella was confused. These two individuals were the top leaders in the food and

medical industries of Imperia, with a net worth of over 40 billion. They wouldn’t even.

spare a glance at ten Nemotors combined, yet they were calling her “Miss Symons.”

Feeling uneasy, she greeted them politely and followed Seth, refraining from saying a

word for fear of ruining Seth’s image.

After the two prominent figures mentioned that they would go in first, she quietly asked

Seth, “Mr. Shaffer, what kind of event is this? Please tell me something so I can be

\prepared.”

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“It’s a minor matter. Why do you need to prepare? Can’t you handle it on the spot?” Seth

raised his chin, leaving no room for negotiation.

Isabella twitched the corner of her mouth, held her breath, and continued to play along.

She had initially thought it was a brand launch event, but after a few steps, she realized

it was something else entirely.

The people entering were all individuals she had only seen at the 60th-anniversary

celebration of the Shaffer Group. Each one of them commanded respect, and no one

could afford to invite such a lineup for their launch event.

As she wondered, her gaze swept across the room, and her eyes widened.

Yuri?

extravagantly and covered in

out of place in the city.

saw her, Yuri also

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meeting, as soon as

gown and ran

“Miss Symons.”

up to, but Yuri didn’t get the chance to

she was stopped by

them looked over. Seth remained

lifted her

still wondering what kind of event it

they stepped out, they

super-large conference room, a row of words

door-‘Inauguration Ceremony of the President

stopped functioning for a moment. She

was that she had

Inauguration Ceremony

like a drum, and her breathing became difficult.

to move for

never seen the world before?” Seth’s sarcastic voice reached her ears.

was petrified; her neck turned stiffly, and she

minutes to prepare your inauguration speech.

throw you into the moat.”

to her senses. Still,

a lifeline. “Mr. Shaffer, are

mix of

you think?”

then, a prominent figure from the machinery manufacturing industry passed

nodded at Isabella. “Miss Symons, congratulations.”

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it. She licked her

stared at Seth. “Mr.

a reason. It’s to test your ability to improvise. If you were prepared,

his tone

acting.

mentally preparing herself on the spot.

urging her, “Eight minutes left.”

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tears, almost going wild with nervousness. She had given

guided meetings as a chief secretary,

stage were all individuals she couldn’t even invite under