I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

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

Natasha sat next to her and

know about this.”

honesty, Isabella didn’t care whether Seth knew or

would think. She had been giving

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

felt like a game of cat and

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

Dariel was right in

need you to tell me that. I want to strangle

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was a knock at the door.

door. Then came Freya peeking in. “There’s a buffet

a masquerade later. Bella, why don’t you take a shower

mood for fun and instinctively looked for an excuse to refuse.

“I heard Mr. Shaffer woke up. It doesn’t seem too serious. He

upstairs to eat.”

shocked. “That fast?”

he just choked on water.

Natasha’s voice floated out from inside.

his own life.”

head

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mood was off and hummed without sticking

cursed under her breath. Natasha

shoulder. “No need to get angry with

something up there.”

nodded sullenly. “I need

up first and wait for you.” Natasha left the room.

the room, her mind in turmoil as she prepared her bath items.

when she entered the bathroom, luckily only landing

the commotion, she finally left the room. It was already close to

constantly looking around, afraid of

the banquet area, spacious and decorated in a European

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everywhere. It was only 4 p.m., but the atmosphere

Isabella wanted to find

anywhere.

you looking for Seth?” The clear voice

spine, turned around, and unmistakably met Corey’s