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.

this was his grandfather’s way of asserting his

the stairs, the faint sound of opera could be

said, “Mr.

hour remaining.”

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

throw in a couple more acts. With his age, he might as

to the

kept

came a loud crash!

shattering of a cup brought an

“Let him in!”

vibrant energy, which indicated that the speaker sti

years ahead of

from his seat, and

music room on the

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As Fortunate As My

porcelain cup in

to the side with ease.

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to meet his grandfather’s reproachful

my departure yesterday, I apologize. But as for

hope you won’t

snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes at him. “Everything else? You’ve got

because of that woman, you

wrong. It has nothing to

scoffed. “The younger generation is worse than

at least had the courage

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

do have feelings

claim it

porcelain cup

dodged it

not a matter of life

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