Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny

Chapter 72

Isabella was shocked and speechless as she stared at Natasha.

They had always been open about everything, but Natasha had never

mentioned being pregnant.

“How is that possible? I see you every week…” Isabella tried to comprehend.

Natasha lit a cigarette and remarked casually, “I aborted the child on Monday

and was back at the store to work on Friday.”

Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. She clenched the clothes in her hands tightly.

“Dariel… he.

“He’s a b*stard.” Natasha took a deep drag from her cigarette. She was still

smiling, but her tone was icy. “But he’s a b*stard who keeps his promises.”

Abort the child, and you’ll get 100 million.

The coldness of those words made Isabella shiver when she thought about it,

let alone what Natasha had to face firsthand.

“That’s enough. Don’t be sad.” Natasha helped fix Isabella’s hair before patting

her shoulder. “I don’t feel anything anymore. Now, I’m only interested in

money.”

Isabella shrugged, and her expression was calm as she changed the subject

quickly. “Are there handsome guys here?”

“Yes!” Natasha clicked her tongue twice before leaning in and hooking her

arm around Isabella’s shoulder. “The second young master of Cliffgate

Construction has a striking appearance, but when he gets on stage and

starts to move his waist… it’s just incredible!”

“I’ll wear a mask later and try to flirt with him.” Isabella laughed.

“Hurry! Otherwise, he will soon be snatched up.” Natasha clapped, and she

seemed unaffected by the previous conversation as she swayed slightly with

a hint of allure.

Natasha didn’t seem to want

she focused on

repeatedly checking her makeup.

more exchanges, the atmosphere returned

her as they left, and they were talking through

masks.

not getting intimate with others, you can do whatever

today.

who come to your place aren’t here to avoid getting intimate

others.” Isabella chuckled.

playfully tapped Isabella’s butt. “Whatever.

you can’t,

Humans were primal.

the stairs with Natasha.

men on their way down. She could tell that both

half of their face was

greetings, and the men

entering the

dancer and

injured foot didn’t hinder her much in pole

contact with the

paid no mind to others while dancing joyfully for

of the pole dance

forgot about being ashamed while wearing a

executed daring moves.

A group of men surrounded the

gleaming through their masks, almost wishing

Isabella.

her face

lips and her outfit accentuated

and they

the performance, some men attempted to join

up and ended

and the entire atmosphere was under Isabella’s

this action was projected onto the screens in

lips and tongue captivated the

from her dancing and felt thirsty

the bar for a

way for her as if she were the

served her cautiously. “A drink with a lower

little.”

bartender was aware of her relationship with Natasha, so he

and mostly fruit

the atmosphere, Isabella felt a

to fluctuate after a

came to offer her a drink, and she downed it

moment.

she started, others followed suit and toasted

ignored them. Those who were daring wanted to approach