I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

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Chapter 250 What Good Will My Death Do?

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Isabella stood by the door, listening to the conversation, her hands unconsciously

clenched. She wanted to rush in and curse, but considering the consequences, she

realized that rushing in would only embarrass herself.

Dariel and Corey were simply mocking her. Even if she exposed them on the spot, they

would only think she was angry out of embarrassment and dismiss her with a few

teasing words.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and quietly tiptoed downstairs again. As

she turned the corner, she bumped into Natasha.

“What’s wrong?” she inquired.

Isabella didn’t change her expression, pulled her friend back into the room, and shared

what she had overheard.

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Chapter 250 What Good Will My Death Do?

“Oh my goodness! Those idiots were playing with their lives!”

Isabella poured a glass of water, took a big gulp, and leaned against the edge of the

compose herself. Natasha sat next to her and said, “Seth

know about this.”

care whether Seth knew

what he would think. She had been giving him the cold

of nowhere, she felt the urge to rush out and give him

felt like a

ever get the chance, don’t let Dariel off the hook,”

teeth as if Dariel was right

need you to tell me that. I want to strangle

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there was a knock at the door. Isabella

door. Then came Freya

don’t you take a shower and

for fun and instinctively

Mr. Shaffer woke up. It

upstairs to eat.”

was shocked. “That fast?”

nodded. “It seems he just choked on water.

Natasha’s voice floated out from inside. “He

his own life.”

head up after we shower. You go

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was off and hummed without sticking around.

cursed under her breath. Natasha stretched lazily, came

need to get angry with those idiots. It’s nice that we’ll

up there.”

sullenly. “I need to take a

and wait

room, her mind in turmoil as she prepared

and fell when she entered the bathroom, luckily only

she finally left the room.

upstairs, constantly looking around, afraid of

fifth floor was the banquet area, spacious and decorated in

Good Will My Death Do?

crystal lamps everywhere. It was only 4 p.m., but the

Isabella wanted to find

anywhere.

The clear voice of a young

a chill down her spine, turned

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