I Quit Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons ) Chapter 161
I Quit, Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons )
Chapter 161
Isabella paid no attention to the stares she was receiving. Upon receiving the
email, she immediately began packing her belongings. Her expression was
blank, making it impossible to gauge her emotions.
âThis is unfair, Isabella. I will inform them and ensure you receive the credit
you deserve,â Jonas insisted. He pretended to be outraged and even tried to
stop Isabella from packing.
Isabella evaded him and let out a sigh. âYouâre too kind, Mr. Stokes. Itâs evident
to everyone that I couldnât have possibly accepted that deal.â
Jonas choked on his words, growing increasingly panicked. The more he
thought about it, the more terrified he became. If headquarters investigated
further, they might uncover some unsavory details about him. If his crimes
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were exposed, it would be the end for him.
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Isabella noticed Jonasâ reaction and sensed that something bigger was at
play. She wondered if she should involve herself in this mess. However,
another commotion occurred outside. The door opened, and Keira poked her
head in. âIsabella, the car you ordered has arrived. Itâs in the parking lot.â
Isabella paused for a moment, recalling the car. âGhost?â
âYes, you purchased it yourself. Donât tell me you forgot,â Keira replied.
Isabellaâs heart started racing. She pushed Jonas aside, discarded her
belongings, and went out with Keira. This was an opportunity to ease the
tension between her and Seth. The person who delivered the car was waiting
outside. After Isabella signed the necessary paperwork, the individual
instructed their employees to open the container.
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The entire office gathered to witness the spectacle, congratulating Isabella. It
was a stark contrast to their earlier behavior. Isabella paid no attention to
them. Instead, she focused on the truck before her. The containerâs shutter
slowly opened, revealing a black supercar, resembling an ancient beast
trapped in a magical prison. Even though it sat quietly inside, it exuded
power.
Isabella licked her lips, feeling envious of Seth.
Keira suddenly approached and whispered, âThatâs a nice car. Itâs not for
yourself, is it?â
Isabella had noticed Keira acting strangely lately, so she didnât respond as
warmly as before. Calmly, she replied, âWhy canât it be for myself?â
Keira smiled gently. âIt can be, but since you won a Cayenne, you might
consider putting this one aside.â
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Isabella raised her hand, signaling for the trucker to remove the car. She told
Keira, âThe Cayenne hasnât arrived yet, so Iâll use this one for now.â Her tone
was nonchalant, as if she were choosing which bicycle to ride that day.
Keira put on a gentle smile and remained silent, observing from the sidelines.
The car was taken out of the container. A staff member handed Isabella the
keys and congratulated her before leaving.
Isabella held the keys, eager to take the car for a spin. However, something
else weighed on her mind, so she circled around the car. Everyone had their
fun, and since Isabella wasnât going for a test drive, they eventually
dispersed.
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In the end, only Isabella remained. She finally got into the car and rested her
head on the steering wheel, imagining the enjoyment Seth would derive from
Seth. She scrolled through her phone and found Simonâs number, letting out a
sigh of relief. Thank goodness I asked for his number.
Simon was likely busy, as his phone was always occupied. With trepidation,
Isabella continued calling until the call finally connected.
âHello?â Simon greeted warmly, just as he always did.
Isabella held her phone tightly, feeling nervous. âMr. Gates? Itâs me, Isabella.â
Simon was at a golf course and hadnât expected Isabellaâs call. He raised an
eyebrow and stopped playing. âWhat do you need?â
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Isabella gritted her teeth and pondered for a moment. âI need your help.â
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Intrigued, Simon tossed his golf club aside and excused himself. He entered
the clubhouse. âWhy didnât you ask Seth for help?â
Isabella rolled her eyes and resignedly replied, âThis is about him.â
Simonâs smile turned into a grin. After hearing Isabellaâs story, he agreed to
help without hesitation. âDonât worry, Iâll take care of this for you.â
Isabella let out a sigh of relief. âThank you.â
Simon put his hand in his pocket and headed to the waiting room.
Nonchalantly, he said, âDonât thank me. I might need to call in this favor
someday.â