I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 426 Enduring Anything For Him
Chapter 426
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.
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Chapter 426 Enduring Anything For Him
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?”
It was just a glass of liquor. If Seth refused, he would either be suspected of being
injured or considered arrogant.
Either way, it wouldn’t be good.
Isabella had already intervened in the shooting competition; she couldn’t intervene in
the drinking as well, or it would be too obvious.
Seth sat there, his gaze sweeping over Christopher’s hand, and took the glass with a
nonchalant expression.
Isabella watched from a distance, feeling annoyed.
She had wanted Christopher to drink to distract him from Seth, but it had only brought
more trouble.
Seth downed half a glass of vodka without even a frown.

Everyone cheered for his impressive drinking capacity.
Before Isabella could breathe a sigh of relief, Christopher asked her to pour another
glass, clearly intending to toast Seth again.
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“Mr. Larson, drinking too much is not advisable.”
“It’s just a few glasses.” Christopher waved his hand.
Isabella felt helpless and continued to pour the liquor with tense hands.
The two sides were at a stalemate.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. The door was rudely pushed open.
“Mr. Stones?” someone exclaimed.
Isabella looked in the direction of the sound. Two groups of people walked in from the
entrance, their presence imposing and chilling.
The leader, a young man in his early twenties, stood tall with a military-style buzz cut,
unmistakably a member of the military.
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“My dad is upstairs. He witnessed the two perfect shots just now and was curious
about who made them.”
“Old Mr. Stones is upstairs?”
Everyone except Seth stood up. Christopher set down his glass as well.
Yaris’ eyes were sharp. He spotted Seth at a glance. “Seth, you’re here as well?”
Seth nodded and replied, “I’ve just arrived.”
“Well, those two shots must have been yours! Yaris walked over, sat down next to Seth,
and slapped his arm. “Let’s go meet my dad.”
Isabella saw that Yaris had slapped Seth right on his wound, and she shivered at the
force of it.
Seth showed no expression, as if nothing had happened.
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He stood up and said to Yaris, “Alright.”
Isabella was nervous, thinking that it might have been better to let Seth take the vodka.
While she was pondering, Seth stopped and looked at her. “What are you waiting for?”
As soon as he spoke, Yaris glanced over and whistled softly.
Isabella let go of the vodka in her hand and walked over slowly. She naturally took hold
of Seth’s injured arm to prevent anyone else from slapping him.
As they left, Yaris called out to the others, showing them some respect.
What was originally a small gathering had now turned into a larger one.

Isabella was on high alert, and several contingency plans popped up in her mind.
Before they went upstairs, she whispered in Seth’s ear, “I’m prepared to endure anything
for you. Please keep that in mind.”