Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny

Chapter 433

Isabella had come up with a plan. She intended to accompany Natasha for a few

rounds, but she knew that being too noticeable would be disadvantageous.

Halfway through, she tried to pull Natasha off the stage, but they were surrounded by

too many people, making it impossible to leave.

At the crucial moment, a group of individuals appeared to clear a path for them.

Isabella remained cautious. While supporting Natasha, she expressed gratitude to

those who helped them.

However, just as they were about to leave, they were intercepted.

“Miss Symons, our young master would like to see you.”

The fact that they addressed her by her surname accurately indicated that they were

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specifically targeting them.

Isabella stepped back. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have time right now.”

“Our young master’s time is also quite valuable.”

The man responded coldly, and the people around him immediately surrounded

Isabella and Natasha.

Isabella surveyed her surroundings, realizing that there was no escape. She discreetly

Natasha’s waist a few times.

man cleared the way for them

and helped Natasha move forward.

led upstairs to a more secluded area where not even a single waiter could be

seen.

her surroundings, her heart sinking. There

to

escape

from this place.

regretted not leaving with Natasha earlier instead of showing off on

front, the door to a private room swung

again

Christopher Larson.

realizing that the situation had taken a

had just made Christopher consume three glasses of

tables had turned. Christopher was definitely not here with good

in one day is

smile and glanced at the drowsy Natasha. “Your

smiled. “Yes, she had too much to

saying this, she helped Natasha onto

her face, the unharmed

and was immediately captivated.

beautiful, but Natasha possessed a completely different allure.

standing together-no, appearing together in

gods couldn’t

the corner of his mouth and turned to look

drink with you at the

seeking revenge for those three glasses of

me toasting

A

now.” Christopher was not polite at all.

the wine cabinet,