Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

Witnessing Gordon eating at a roadside stall, Isabella was convinced that this was the extent of an affluent youth. However, she did not expect him to generously give money to a beggar.

Corey approached the old man at the door, handed him the money, and said something that likely meant inviting him to join them for a meal.

The man was visibly moved and wiped away tears, repeatedly thanking Corey but too embarrassed to enter the stall.

Isabella overheard a group of girls whispering. They admired Corey, commenting on his good looks and kind heart.

Just as the conversation ended, some cast curious glances toward Isabella, particularly from the girls.

When Corey returned and sat across from her, he smiled and asked, “Bella, why did you stop eating?”

“They seem like siblings…”

She curled her lips, returned a smile to Corey, and lowered her head to eat dumplings.

Isabella smiled back at him and resumed eating her dumplings.

She chose not to inquire why he carried cash. He did not bring it up either, treating it as a normal part of his routine.

As they ate, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it to see Seth’s name on the scree indicating an incoming call.

Forcing a smile, she cast a glance at Corey before answering Seth’s call with a slight tilt.

“Mr. Shaffer.”

“Where are you?”

Isabella hesitated, looking around before responding, “I’m at the office.”

Seth’s reply was sharp. “Since when did Nemotors open in Lumber Alley?”

retort caught her off guard.

and glanced at the

I came out to eat something with

snorted, but Corey interjected with surprise and excitement before he could continue, “Bella, look. There are

feel even

“There’s trouble at the company. You haven’t dealt with it, yet you’re out

you really are

by his stern

minutes to be in front of

she nearly knocked

she said this, the call

sudden agitation, Corey expressed his surprise. “Bella, what’s

to address something urgent at the company. I have to go

down and stood up. “I’ll take

however, shook her car keys at him. “Did you forget that I was the one who

slightly disappointed, Corey said,

cut in. “Next time. I’ll treat you to something

that, a spark of excitement lit up in his

gestured toward Isabella. “Let’s

“Sure.”

hurriedly added Corey’s contact without much

alley entrance, reminding her to drive safely. His demeanor

pondering the stark differences between the people she

calculating, but now she understood it more as a necessity. Being born into a wealthy family often required a certain level of shrewdness, especially for someone like him who had been labeled as an “illegitimate chil childhood and subjected to countless cold stares. His sharpness was likely

contrast, there was a certain person born as the sole heir to vast fortunes with their paths laid out with privilege. Yet, instead of kindness, he exuded

keen eye on the