I Quit, Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons )
I Quit Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons ) Chapter 433

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

pinched Natasha’s waist a few times.

“Miss Symons, please.” The man cleared the way for them once again.

Isabella remained composed and helped Natasha move forward.

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

seen.

Isabella observed her surroundings, her heart sinking. There was no way

to

escape

from this place.

She regretted not leaving with Natasha earlier instead of showing off on stage.

When they reached the front, the door to a private room swung open.

“Isabella, we meet again so soon.”

Christopher Larson.

Isabella’s breath caught, realizing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse.

She had just made Christopher consume three glasses of alcohol in the morning, and

now the tables had turned. Christopher was definitely not here with good intentions.

“Encountering you twice in one day is indeed unexpected, Mr. Larson.”

Christopher sat down with a smile and glanced at the drowsy Natasha. “Your friend?”

Isabella smiled. “Yes, she had too much to drink.”

Upon saying this, she helped Natasha onto a chair.

Natasha revealed half of her face, the unharmed side.

Christopher took one look and was immediately captivated.

Isabella was beautiful, but Natasha possessed a completely different allure. Having

these two women standing together-no, appearing together in bed-would be a

blessing even the gods couldn’t comprehend

He wiped the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Isabella. “I didn’t have the

chance to drink with you at the venue today. What a shame.”

Isabella understood his intention-he was seeking revenge for those three glasses of

“It should be me toasting you.”

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“Then, let’s drink now.” Christopher was not polite at all. He turned around, retrieved a

bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet, and poured three glasses.

Isabella smiled gracefully, approached, picked up the glass, and was about to drink but

suddenly paused. “Mr. Larson, shouldn’t we clink glasses?”

He was taken aback, almost thinking he had misheard. When he understood what she.

meant, his smile immediately returned. “Alright, I’ll drink with you.”

He thought to himself, there is no such thing as a truly innocent woman in this world.

This little seductress pretends to be pure, but who knows how many times she has

engaged in secret affairs?

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Isabella could perfectly discern his thoughts. Since she couldn’t escape, she might as

well make Christopher drink a little more, making it easier to deal with him later.

After finishing the drink, she immediately showed signs of intoxication.

He took the opportunity to hold her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Isabella pressed her temples. “Feeling dizzy.”

“Then, let’s go rest, alright?” Christopher coaxed softly, his heart already filled with

excitement, eager to take Isabella away.

She held him back. “No, take my sister with us.”

“Take her with us?” Christopher’s eyes lit up, his gaze sweeping over Natasha, his voice

trembling. “Is she drunk?”

Isabella swayed, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Let her sleep next to us.

“Okay.”