I Quit, Mr. Shaffer

Chapter 144

Angelina noticed that Isabella was in a lot of pain. She saw the sweat on

Isabella’s forehead and couldn’t help but snort. She grabbed her notebook

and said, “Fine, I’ll find someone else.” She stormed out of the room and

slammed the door shut.

Once Isabella was sure that Angelina had left, she slowly opened her eyes,

trembling. The small movements she made earlier caused pain in her C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

wounded legs, almost unbearable. Isabella must have noticed. Her leaving

now is obviously a ploy to leave me hanging.

Isabella barely had anything for breakfast and skipped lunch. It had been

almost fifteen hours since her last proper meal. At this rate, she would break.

Isabella hung her head low, resting it on the table as she tried to come up

with an escape plan. Eventually, she devised a plan and texted a couple of

people, including Nicolas and Natasha.

Nicolas had helped her investigate Jonas’ spy before, and Natasha could

assist her in dealing with that spy. All she could do now was wait-for news

from Natasha and for Angelina to lose patience. Time was ticking. Eventually,

under the weight of hunger and exhaustion, Isabella’s head began to spin.

Due to Angelina’s orders, the people outside didn’t even give Isabella a glass

of water. Isabella’s eyes were closed. She felt a bit drowsy, but her mind was

clear. A few memories flashed through her mind. A few hours ago, Seth had

bent down and carried her on his back. He had done more intimate things to

her, but he had never carried her like that before.

Isabella’s heart fluttered whenever she saw him, but she never felt secure

around him. Until a few hours ago, that is. My mind must be playing tricks on

me due to exhaustion. That’s why I’m having these strange feelings. Isabella

shook her head, feeling her thoughts jumble. She quickly stopped and took a

few deep breaths. She pushed Seth’s face out of her mind and counted

silently. I hope I actually faint. Those guys outside will be so shocked. Too bad

I’m not a good actress, or I could pretend to faint.

Isabella closed her eyes, smiling bitterly and sighing from time to time. She

almost seemed manic. Behind the screen, Seth observed her actions. He

frowned and threw the document he was holding to Nicolas. “Did she text

you?”

Nicolas froze, a hint of panic in his eyes as he tried to explain.

Seth didn’t give him a chance. Confidently, he said, “Your phone buzzed right

after she sent that text.”

Nicolas couldn’t say anything. He opened his mouth and reluctantly

explained, “Sir, she just wanted me to investigate the person who dealt with

her and Jonas’ sales. Nothing else.”

Seth remained silent. He lazily pulled out another document. “Why do you

listen to her so much? Is she your mother?”

Nicolas was speechless.

“We hired you to create value for us, not to be an errand boy for unrelated

people.” Seth signed his name on the document and threw his pen away. He

was lost in thought, but he looked sharply at Nicolas. “Well, why are you still

standing there?”

Nicolas gulped. He quickly retreated and left the office as if he had been

spared from execution. He closed the door and pondered Seth’s parting

words. He didn’t forbid me from helping her. Then, he handed the document

to Ellie and went downstairs to the marketing department.

The first rule of being a secretary is to prioritize what matters. He knew how to

prioritize very well.

Back in the office, Seth continued to reject a few projects, his expression

growing darker. He then looked at the screen. “Is she dead?” She’s not moving

at all. Her chest isn’t even rising and falling.

As if she heard him, Isabella smacked her lips.

She’s still alive. Seth scoffed, losing interest in his work. He threw his pen away

and watched Isabella. Then, he remembered Gordon’s desire to marry

Isabella. It was a ridiculous joke, he thought. He wants to marry Isabella? Is he

insane?