Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Deal With That Man Sooner or Later

Seth grabbed the glass before Isabella could, raised it to his lips, and finished

it in one fell swoop.

Tap!

He placed the empty glass on the table and met Isabella’s confused gaze.

“Three cups are finished, so you can leave now.”

Isabella had been eagerly waiting for that word ‘leave,’ and hearing it made

her almost tear up out of gratefulness. She clutched her stomach, struggled

to get off the

stool, and stared at Seth. “Mr. Shaffer, you have to keep

your word.”

But Seth bowed his head to mix another drink, not bothering to acknowledge

her. He casually mixed a few different liquors into a glass and brought it to his

lips.

Isabella reminded him, “You still have a fever. It’s better not to drink.” If you get

sick because of this, I’ll be implicated.

Impatiently raising his head, Seth rebuked, “Are you not leaving?”

Isabella gritted her teeth and hurriedly headed out the door.

Behind her, Dariel clicked his tongue. “So ruthless.”

Isabella ignored him and gently closed the door before turning around and

weakly leaning against the door.

Now that the door separated them, she was finally spared from letting Seth

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see her embarrassment.

It was nearly dawn, and she hunched over to relieve her drowsiness before

making her way downstairs step by step.

Since it wasn’t easy to hail a cab at this hour, Isabella stood beside the road

for a long while before finally stopping a cab. When she got in, the sudden

temperature drop made her shiver.

In the end, she still returned to Natasha’s place, lest she bump into Louis’

men.

Once they arrived at the residential area, the driver stopped the car.

In her daze, Isabella instinctively tried to open the door.

“Miss, you’d better not get down. There seems to be a group of hooligans up

front,” the driver remarked.

That comment seemed to have cleared up Isabella’s mind, and she followed

the driver’s gaze.

There were indeed several men standing close to where Natasha lived, all of

whom she didn’t recognize. She couldn’t be sure if they were Louis’ men, but

she didn’t dare risk her own safety, so she asked, “Sir, can you go back to

where we came from?”

The driver didn’t ask anything and immediately turned around, nagging

about safety issues along the way back.

Isabella’s tense state forced her drunkenness into a corner.

Once they returned to Goldland Lounge, she stumbled out of the car and felt