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.

her emotions, as Natasha didn’t seem

she focused on choosing clothes, fixing her hair,

repeatedly checking her makeup.

a few more exchanges, the atmosphere returned

as they left, and they were talking

masks.

with others, you can do whatever

here today. Don’t hold

who come to your place aren’t here to avoid

others.” Isabella chuckled.

playfully tapped Isabella’s

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

Humans were primal.

smiled and descended the stairs

their way down. She could tell that

of their face was

men

entering

and

injured foot didn’t hinder her much in pole

less contact

dancing joyfully for herself. She was

and even grabbed the spot of the pole dance performer

ashamed while wearing

executed daring moves.

cheers nearly lifted the roof. A group of

gleaming through their masks,

Isabella.

With half her face covered, it

her outfit

and they

performance, some men attempted to join the

ended up retreating

crowd cheered, and the entire atmosphere

action was projected onto the

and tongue captivated

in sweat from her dancing and

bar

as if she

“A drink with

a little.” Isabella

aware of her relationship with

mostly fruit

perhaps due to the atmosphere, Isabella

began to fluctuate

and she downed it in

moment.

suit and toasted her one

ignored them. Those who were