Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny novel 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.