Chapter 111
After leaving the Shaffer Group, Isabe returned to herpany and took
advantage of the opportunity to check Abigail’sputer. When she
confirmed that there were no issues, she waited for the end of the workday.
Then, Isabe arranged to meet Lara at 6.00PM in Room 801 of the Prince
Hotel’s Presidential Suite. Isabe anticipated that Louis would probably
arrive around 6.30PM.
Natasha knew that Isabe had a n. Although she didn’t pry too much,
Natasha inquired if there was anything Isabe needed.
Isabe just happened to need a helper, so she said without hesitation,
“Natasha, at 6.40PM tonight, in Room 801 of the Prince Hotel’s Presidential
Suite, there will be a major entertainment industry scandal. I need you to
inform the media.”
After hearing that, Natasha chuckled. “No problem. Just wait for it.”
With everything meticulously arranged, Isabe couldn’t resist a triumphant
snap of her fingers.
“Everybody’s hustling to get ready for the car exhibition, but it looks like some
folks are just taking it easy.” Abigail sarcasticallymented when she
spotted Isabe casually sitting at her desk.
As Isabe took a sip of her coffee, her eyes locked on Abigail. Isabe even
audaciously traced the contours of her chest. “Some of us are just naturally.
chill. Unlike you, who must be… running around all over the ce, huh?” Her
gaze was direct, and her words were to the point.
Someone nearby couldn’t help butugh, and the looks everyone gave
Abigail were rather peculiar.
Abigail, who had been tirelessly building herwork for support, snorted in
response to Isabe’s sarcastic and shamelessment. “I’m not
pretending to be the Virgin Mary anyway. Unlike someone here.”
Isabe hadn’t settled the score with Abigail regarding Lara’s tampered
contract. Little did she know that Abigail couldn’t resist provoking her.
“You’re not Virgin Mary, of course. You put a price on yourself.” Isabe stood
up, holding her coffee cup.
When Abigail recalled that she had once been sshed with coffee by
Isabe, she instinctively protected her face, ring at Isabe.
However, Isabepletely ignored her. Holding her coffee cup, she went
to the pantry.
She had significant matters to attend to tonight and didn’t want to get
entangled with such a little troublemaker.
As time passed, approaching the end of the workday, Isabe began to feel
nervous. She had plotted against people during her five years at the Shaffer
Group, so her hands were far from clean. However, using such a provocative
tactic was a first for her. One small mistake, and she might bring trouble to
herself.
With the phone in her hand, she anxiously watched the time tick away. Finally,
it was the end of the workday.
Without waiting for everyone else to disperse, she left directly. When she
encountered Jonas, she didn’t even greet him, leaving him in shock.
Natasha’s people sent Isabe an ount, telling her she could directly view
the surveince of Room 801.
Isabe found a cafe opposite the Prince Hotel. She sat in a corner and
opened the surveince for Room 801, closely monitoring the situation inside.
***
At 6.00PM, Selena was ready to leave with Seth. She had spent the whole
afternoon adjusting her emotions. Now, she finally maintained her
Seth sat in the back seat, observing her eyes through the rearview mirror.
“I’ll give you another ten days. Adapt as soon as possible, or you can leave.”
At his words, Selena widened her eyes. Shecked the courage even to turn
around, so she just tightly held onto the seatbelt.
The atmosphere in the car was tense, and the driver didn’t dare to breathe
too loud.
Selena bit her lip, her mind a mess. Unable to hold back, she asked, “I thought
you were very satisfied with me when you chose me.”
With his eyes closed, Seth casually said, “Anyone can make a mistake.”
Her chest clenched at his words, and her face instantly flushed. She pressed
her chin against her chest, not daring to lift her head.
“Isabe adapted to the job in just one week,” he suddenly added.
She didn’t understand what he meant, and she became even more
confused. If Isabe was so good, why did he dismiss her?
The car fell silent, and the driver discreetly turned on the external cirction
to ease the pressure.
When they arrived at the hotel entrance and the car stopped, Selena quickly
got out, only feeling alive when she breathed the air outside.
Inside the car, Seth opened his eyes and spoke coldly. “Call Jordan.”
The driver nodded and promptly dialed the number.
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Before long, the call connected, and the person on the other end answered,
“Yes, Mr. Shaffer.”
“Find out Isabe’s location and see what she’s doing.”
Without asking any questions, Jordan responded with a simple “okay.”
After Seth hung up the phone, he adjusted his cuffs. Though seemingly
casual, he exuded an air of nobility.
The bodyguard opened the car door for him, and the hotel’s lights spilled in,
enveloping his face in a hazy glow and outlining his handsome features amid
obscurity.