Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

Vodka proved to be a potent liquor. After taking a sip, Christopher’s face twisted in distaste, and his movements slowed down.

Isabella sneered inwardly and poured him a third glass without hesitation.

Christopher was about to take it, but his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

“Another one,” he declared.

Isabella was taken aback. “What?”

“I want to toast to Mr. Shaffer. He displayed excellent shooting skills just now, and I admit defeat.”

Isabella felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

Seth’s arm might have been injured from the earlier shooting. Drinking more could lead to trouble.

But it was difficult to back out now. It would reflect poorly on Seth if he couldn’t even handle a glass of liquor.

As she pondered, she slowly poured the liquor.

Christopher took the glass, deliberately sweeping his gaze across Isabella’s face, only to find a smile.

He walked toward Seth with the glass in hand, offering it with one hand. “Mr. Shaffer, would you do me the honor?”

just a glass of liquor. If Seth refused, he

way, it wouldn’t

already intervened in the shooting competition; she couldn’t intervene in the drinking as well,

Christopher’s hand, and took the

watched from a

distract him from Seth, but it had only brought more

of vodka without even

cheered for his

could breathe a sigh of relief, Christopher asked her to pour

drinking too much is

glasses.” Christopher

and continued to pour the liquor

were at

outside. The door was rudely pushed

someone

in the direction of the sound. Two groups of people walked in from the entrance, their presence imposing

his early twenties, stood tall with a military-style buzz cut, unmistakably a member of

is upstairs. He witnessed the two perfect shots just now and

Mr. Stones

up. Christopher set

sharp. He spotted Seth at a glance. “Seth, you’re here as well?”