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.

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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.

and she hunched

her way downstairs step

it wasn’t easy to hail a cab at this hour, Isabella stood

while before finally stopping a

drop made her

returned to Natasha’s place, lest

men.

they arrived at the residential area,

her daze, Isabella instinctively tried to open the

seems to be a

front,” the driver remarked.

to have cleared up Isabella’s

the driver’s gaze.

standing close to where

She couldn’t be sure

so she asked, “Sir,

where we came from?”

ask anything and immediately turned around,

safety issues along

state forced her drunkenness into

returned to Goldland Lounge, she stumbled out of the car

ankle starting to throb in pain

Natasha wasn’t around, the

problem for her to get the key

into someone. She narrowed her eyes and realized it

Nicolas.

stunned as he almost didn’t recognize

you here?”

smile, Isabella replied,

noticed her stance and looked at her ankle. “Is your foot

desperately wanted to sit

sprained it again.”

why don’t you take a seat inside the car?” Nicolas

“I came here to fetch Mr.

rejected that idea

heading inside to look for

you and

and came forward to support her. “I’ll help

inside the car first.”

hurt. Along with the discomfort in

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