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.

reveal her emotions, as Natasha didn’t seem to want to

focused on choosing clothes, fixing

repeatedly checking her makeup.

exchanges, the

her as they left, and they were talking

masks.

for not getting intimate with others, you can

here today. Don’t

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

others.” Isabella chuckled.

laughed and playfully tapped Isabella’s butt.

yourself. If you can’t, don’t suppress

Humans were primal.

the stairs with Natasha.

men on their way down. She

of

the men kissed their hands.

presentable before entering the dance floor

and was even

didn’t hinder her much

contact

no mind to others while dancing joyfully for

the spot of the

ashamed while wearing

executed daring moves.

the roof. A group of men surrounded

eyes were gleaming through their masks, almost

Isabella.

her face covered, it

lips and her outfit accentuated her figure.

yet mysterious, and they left the

some men attempted to join

and ended up retreating in

cheered, and the entire

and this action was projected onto

shot. Her lips and tongue captivated

drenched in sweat from her dancing and felt thirsty midway,

bar for

way for her as if she were the center

bartender served her cautiously. “A drink

little.” Isabella

of her

and mostly fruit juice in

Isabella felt a bit flushed,

to fluctuate after a few

and she downed it in

moment.

started, others followed suit and toasted

them. Those who were