I Quit Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons ) Chapter 185
I Quit, Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons )
Chapter 185
Isabella drove towards the police station, but the two cars behind her quickly
realized her intentions. They sped up and attempted to ram into her car
whenever they had the chance.
Despite her excellent driving skills, she couldnât outmaneuver drivers who
were willing to risk their lives. Her car was hit several times from behind, but
fortunately, the Cayenneâs performance was good enough for her to regain
control each time.
There were only three intersections left until the police station.
Her phone, connected to the carâs Bluetooth, suddenly rang to indicate an
incoming call.
Isabella couldnât afford to be distracted, so she didnât even glance at the
caller ID.
The phone continued to ring incessantly as she accelerated while the two
cars closed in on her. The fear of death slowly crept in
Through the rearview mirror, she saw the manic look in the pursuing driverâs
eyes.
She held her breath, reminding herself to stay calm and focus solely on the
road ahead.
Nonetheless, she was most worried about the intersection, fearing that a car
might suddenly rush out. However, with two Hyundai cars behind her this
time, she assumed no other cars would appear.
The traffic light was green, and the road ahead was clear.
Isabella floored the accelerator and intended to pass through directly.
However, a powerful beam of headlights appeared, and a car rushed out
from her right.
In that split second, their eyes met-the desperate and triumphant smile on
the other driverâs face was evident.
Isabella couldnât control herself. She instinctively turned the steering wheel
while letting out a scream!
She felt as if her soul had shattered, and her car spun several times before
crashing into a flower bed.
She was trembling in fear, unable to close her mouth properly.
However, she hadnât been hitâ¦
At the intersection, the Hyundai aiming at Isabella was rammed by a black
modified car. It spun several times and billowed smoke before catching fire
on impact.
The other two Hyundai cars attempting to rush forward were stopped by
several cars that followed, and black-clad bodyguards apprehended the
drivers.
Isabella, still inside her car, witnessed this sudden turn of events and was
unable to process it. She had narrowly escaped death just a moment ago.
A man stepped out of the black modified car and walked towards the red
Cayenne. His face was cold as he forcefully opened the car door. âAre you
dead already?â
Isabellaâs lips quivered, and she was unable to move. She wanted to look at
him, but tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Seth was hot-tempered, and it made him even more impatient when he saw
her not moving. He leaned in to pull her out but was stunned to see the tears
on her face.
Tskâ¦
He pursed his lips, annoyed. âWhat are you crying for?!â
Isabella wanted to move, but her body wouldnât obey. Extreme fear made her
tears flow uncontrollably.
He leaned against the car roof and sighed deeply. âCome on, you should get
out first. Itâs not safe here.â
She tried to speak but only managed to say a few words. âI-Iâm sorry, my
legsâ¦â she stuttered.
Seth lowered his gaze and furrowed his brows. âDid you injure them?â
Isabella shook her head. âI canât feel them.â
His expression tensed briefly. Then, he leaned in to open the car door and
carefully inspected her condition under the streetlights.
He licked his lips and reminded himself repeatedly not to get angry. Then, he
lifted her out of the car with a stern face..
At the intersection, there was a sea of black cars. The scene resembled a
showdown from a movie, with bodyguards everywhere.
Seth placed Isabella into another car but didnât get in himself.
âTake her to my place.â
Isabella was unsure of his plan, yet her mind wasnât functioning well, so she
could only obey him.
another car before swiftly leaving the scene.
In less than five minutes, it seemed like a miraculous intervention.
She sat in the car, observing the changing scenery outside. Her mind was still
reeling.
The bodyguards escorted her to a villa in the suburbs. She presumed it was
one of Sethâs properties.
âPlease wait here. Mr. Shaffer still has some matters to attend to, and heâll be
back once heâs done.â
She was taken to the second floor, where two maids respectfully brought in
some food before leaving.
In less than a moment, she had transitioned from a nerve-wracking escape
scene to a quiet and luxurious study. She felt like she was in a dream.
Isabella slowly sank into the chair, her senses gradually returning while she
was surrounded by silence.
She lifted her head and recalled the moment Seth had opened the car door
and touched the traces of tears on her face.
If he hadnât arrived, she might have been killed today.