Chapter 142
Seth carried Isabe to the fourteenth floor. When the elevator doors opened,
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the people waiting outside werepletely surprised, unable to offer any
greetings.
Isabe was piggybacked on Seth’s back. She intentionally lowered her head,
her hair draping down to hide her face.
Despite carrying her, Seth maintained an upright posture, exuding a terrifying
presence with just a single nce. He said, “Don’t you people have anything
better to do?”
The stunned crowd quickly regained awareness. In an instant, people
scattered in all directions, chaos erupting once again. They forgot their
intended destinations, colliding with each other.
Seth observed the chaotic scene with annoyance. He was about to scold the
supervisor when he suddenly felt pressure on his neck. Isabe, without
realizing it, tightened her grip around his neck. Their skin briefly made
contact, and she swiftly withdrew her hand, reacting sensitively.
He thought she was overreacting, considering they had already been more
intimate. A slight touch like this shouldn’t matter much. With that in mind, he
tilted his head backward, pressing against her arm.
Isabe leaned in, and with the sudden movement, Seth’s hair lightly brushed
against her cheek, feeling soft and ticklish. It sent a shiver down her spine,
and goosebumps appeared on her arm.
With steady steps, Seth entered the small meeting room. Once the door
closed, he unexpectedly released the person on his back. Caught off guard,
she almost stumbled. Thankfully, Nics was behind her, extending a hand to
help her regain bnce.
Seth straightened his clothes, and his expression showed no guilt. He looked
directly at Jason, who stood by the door. “Arrange for someone to interrogate
her. Don’t waste time.”
Jason hesitated, trying to read something from Seth’s face. Suddenly, Seth
lifted his gaze, and his vignt eyes pierced through, prompting Jason to
quickly look away.
“Although it’s just an inconspicuous sales point under the Shaffer Group, it
concerns thepany’s reputation. Don’t show any courtesy to anyone.”
Seth deliberately emphasized “anyone,” making his intentions quite clear.
Isabe, standing nearby, muttered curses under her breath. When she was
done swearing, Seth seemed to sense something and swiftly turned his
head. Her lips slightly parted, and she was caught in the act. Even the motion
of closing her mouth froze. Awkwardly tugging at the corner of her lips, she
pretended to be unaware, forcing a smile.
Seth withdrew his gaze, hands in his pockets, and walked out of the meeting
room with long strides. Surprisingly, he didn’t give her any attention.
With a click, the meeting room door closed.
She peered through the ss door, observing him walking away. He seemed
uninterested in turning back, almost as if the yful antics from earlier had
nothing to do with him. At that thought, she licked her lips, feeling inwardly
repulsed. She realized she was losing herposure.
“Miss Symons, please take a seat,” Jason reminded her. Despite Seth’s earlier
impoliteness towards Isabe, Jason felt it was unwise to offend her and thus
maintained a courteous attitude.
She paused, feeling numb and sore in her knees. The thought of sitting down
struck her, but it seemed like her knees refused to bend. Taking it step by
step, she made her way to the edge of the table, breaking down the simple
act of bending her legs into various details. It took some time before she
finally settled into the chair.
Once she was seated, Jason went outside to call someone.
While in the meeting room, Isabe thought about a n. She clenched her
fists to bear the pain in her legs. The audit team and even Jason didn’t show
up as time passed. She thought about checking around but felt it was
embarrassing to do that right now. So, she decided not to interfere. Gritting
her teeth, she pulled out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from her
forehead. Then, she silently gave herself a pep talk.
However, from noon to the afternoon, no one stepped into the small meeting
room for the next two hours. Every now and then, a secretary walked by.
When Isabe called out to them, they ignored her and walked past with their
Isabe smiled bitterly. She recalled that she hadn’t offended these people
back when she was the chief secretary. How did she turn into an outcast all
of a sudden? Puzzled, she couldn’t figure it out. Yet, in a moment, the answer
presented itself before her.
At that moment, the meeting room door swung open. A woman in
professional office attire entered, giving off an unfriendly vibe.
Seeing the neer, Isabe was momentarily stunned. “Angelina?”
The woman, wearing red-tinted sses, had a stern look. Her demeanor
gave off an air of authority. When Isabe expressed surprise, she smirked
slightly. “I thought you were too upied with important things to remember
someone as insignificant as me, Miss Symons.”
Isabe was left speechless; it felt as if even something as simple as sipping
cold water could be a challenge in moments of misfortune.
Angelina Lovett was also a secretary alongside Isabe. Angelina was eligible
topete for the chief secretary position. However, Isabe took a less
honorable route by aligning with Seth and securing the position. Dissatisfied,
Angelina chose to transfer to another department. Surprisingly, today, they
unexpectedly crossed paths in this situation.
Isabe was left speechless; it felt as if even something as simple as sipping
cold water could be a challenge in moments of misfortune.