I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 472 I’m Not As Fortunate As My Father

Chapter 472

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Seth left the club, concluding his conversation with

Ronald.

During the meeting, both parties decided to compromise. Hence, it brought an end to

over a week of intense competition..

The Larson Family faced significant losses, so when they received the unexpected

news of a truce from Seth, it brought relief, even to an experienced person like Ronald.

He quickly agreed without hesitation.

“Mr. Shaffer, Old Mr. Shaffer is still waiting at the old Shaffer residence.” The chauffeur

informed Seth in the car.

With his eyes closed, Seth responded casually.

He had been preparing to deal with the Larson Family since his time in Bleaktown.

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Although he had taken a step back, the Larson Family would no longer be a looming

threat, and some people could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The car drove toward the suburbs, which were surrounded by lush green trees.

Upon arriving at the old Shaffer residence, the butler who usually waited at the door

was nowhere to be seen.

It was about half an hour later when someone finally emerged to invite him in.

grandfather’s way of asserting

stairs, the faint sound of opera could be

him and said, “Mr. Shaffer’s opera still has half

hour remaining.”

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was not annoyed to hear this. He sat down and said, “Let Grandpa

be good to throw in a couple more acts. With his age, he might

performance to

bodyguard kept

a loud

shattering of a cup brought an abrupt halt to the opera performance.

“Let him in!”

carried a vibrant energy, which indicated that the speaker

many good years ahead of him.

got up from his seat,

the second floor.

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cup in his direction.

dodged to the

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looked up to meet his grandfather’s

my departure yesterday, I apologize.

hope you won’t interfere.”

snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes at him.

that woman,

got it wrong. It has nothing

is worse

a stern glance at Seth. “Your father at

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me. But you, you can’t even utter a single straightforward sentence.”

insisted. “I do have

you dare to claim it has nothing to do

cup was thrown.

dodged it once again.

it’s not a matter of life and death

with a steady gaze and cautiously inquired, “If you had to get