Chapter 114
Selena never expected that her carefully nned surprise would turn into a
joke. The look in Seth’s eyes was filled with disgust. Just as she was about to
exin, Nics knocked on the door.
“Mr. Shaffer, Jordan’s on the line.”
Ignoring her, Seth strode toward the door and quickly took the phone from
Nics.
Selena felt a chill all over her body. She watched Seth answer the call. His
expression darkened as if he had heard the shocking news.
“Keep an eye on her. I’m on my way over.”
After Seth hung up, he spared no nce at her and directly turned to Nics.
“Prepare the car. We’re going to the Prince Hotel.”
“Yes, Mr. Shaffer.”
As Selena saw Seth about to leave, she wanted to follow but suddenly
remembered that she was still in a bathrobe.
“Mr…”
Seth didn’t hear her voice, not even bothering to take his jacket. He left the
room wearing the shirt from the banquet, still reeking of alcohol. When he
heard Jordan’s words, only one person filled Seth’s mind-a woman who
seemed as bold as a lion.
“Mr. Shaffer, Old Mr. Shaffer called just now, asking you to go to the Prince
Hotel immediately.” As soon as Seth got into the car, the driver reminded him.
Seth’s eyes chilled as he settled into the back seat, asking, “Where’s
Grandpa?”
“Old Mr. Shaffer went there in person.”
At this answer, Seth’s expression turned worse, but his words remained calm.
“Step on it.”
“Yes, Mr. Shaffer.”
Though the driver was puzzled, he followed Seth’s order, speeding all the way.
Isabe waited at the hotel entrance for 20 minutes. As she had expected,
several cars arrived, and it immediately caught her attention.
The cars were ordinary, but the peopleing out of them all stood tall,
clearly not ordinary individuals.
Isabe held her breath, feeling a foreboding sense that she might be in
trouble. At once, she made a call, instructing one of Natasha’s people to bribe
-the hotel staff, effectively destroying the surveince footage from Room 801.
After a while, Natasha called, sounding somewhat anxious. “Be, what have
you done? How did you attract the attention of the Shaffer Family?”
Isabe/guessed that those people were afraid and directly told Natasha
what had happened. While packing, she said, “I tricked Lara.”
After a moment of silence, Natashamented, “You’re truly a warrior.”
Though Isabe was scared, she could stillugh. “She always provokes me.
Biting her a little shouldn’t be too much, right?”
Natasha chuckled. “You bit her a little, but she can bite off your neck.
After Isabe finished packing herptop, she swiftly stood up and continued
tofort herself and Natasha. “Don’t worry. I’ve thought of a way out. I
probably won’t die for now.’
“A way out my foot! Old Mr. Shaffer is at the hotel!” Natasha felt speechless.
After taking a few deep breaths, she said, “Why don’t youe to my ce
and hide for a few days?”
As Isabe stood up with her bag slung over her shoulder, she continued
speaking to Natasha through the Bluetooth earphones. “No, let me die alone. I
won’t drag you into this mess.”
Natasha was extremely anxious. “Where else can you go? Going home now
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means death.”
Walking out, Isabe wanted to hail a cab but found that she couldn’t get
any. Helpless, she headed toward the subway station.
The subway station was behind the hotel, slightly remote. In this upscale
area, people taking the subway were rare, making the station’s surroundings
quite deserted.
Isabe continued talking to Natasha while scanning her surroundings.
Having just done something bad, she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty.
When Natasha noticed that Isabe had been silent for a while, she became
even more worried. “Be?”
Isabe was walking on the road. Just as she was about to reach the subway
station, she heard footsteps approaching from behind, getting closer and
closer.
She abruptly turned around, locking eyes with the person behind her. At the
same time, she felt the presence of someone else behind her.
“Miss Symons.” The man, wearing sunsses and dressed in a ck suit,
clearly appeared to be a bodyguard.
She didn’t recognize the man, but she could feel a chilling aura surrounding
him, exuding a natural sense of danger.
Trying to actposed, she took off her earphones. “Who are you?”
The man tilted his body and made a gesture for her to get into the car. “Let’s
talk inside.”
Isabe turned around to look behind her and then looked up at the man. “I’
don’t know you. Why should I follow you?”
“You should know that we’ve been polite to you.” His gaze was intimidating.
Since there was no other way, she bit her lip and took a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll
go with you.” She decided to take a chance, betting that this man was
associated with Seth.
In the end, she followed him into the car. At once, the doors locked, and she
was surrounded by cold faces.
This working style didn’t seem like Seth’s; it felt more like people from the
military.
Suddenly, Isabe felt anxious, worried that she might have guessed wrong.
Looking out the window, she traced the route they were taking. It wasn’t
heading to Shaffer Residence or any of Seth’s mansions.
As the car drove further into the outskirts, her anxiety intensified. “Where are
-you taking me?”
“We’ve arrived.” The man spoke and turned onto a narrow road, finally
stopping at the back door of a private estate.
Two men escorted Isabe out of the car, leaving her with no room to speak
or escape.