I Quit, Mr. Shaffer

Chatper 175

Chapter 175

Poppy held onto both Isabella and Gordon, growing more fond of them by

the moment. “When are you two getting married?”

Isabella was taken aback by the older woman’s question. Her expression

instantly stiffened, and she turned towards Gordon, signaling him to clarify

quickly.

However, Gordon was unwilling to explain. Knowing Isabella’s temperament,

he didn’t want to strain their relationship. “Grandma, I’m only 24. Why rush into

marriage?”

With a warm smile, Poppy said to several wealthy ladies, “This young man is

in no hurry at all.”

Realizing that they didn’t recognize Isabella, the ladies understood that she

might not come from an affluent family. Looking at Ariel’s expression, they

also knew what to do.

They changed the topic, diverting Poppy’s attention from the subject of

marriage. However, she still held onto Isabella’s hand and didn’t let her go.

Modestly, Isabella presented a bracelet she had prepared. “I don’t know what

your preferences are. I apologize if this gift isn’t good enough.”

Poppy, who came from a humble background, was very down-to-earth.

When she saw Isabella’s gift, she smiled with appreciation. “You’re really

considerate. Gordon is lucky to have you.”

Isabella forced a laugh, feeling nervous. She could only let Poppy hold her

hand.

Several ladies followed Poppy’s lead, taking turns to praise Isabella, and the

atmosphere in the room became pleasant. Isabella felt anxious, afraid that

Poppy would take her out and introduce her to others.

Just as she was in a dilemma, a servant knocked on the door.

Ariel went to answer and heard the servant whispering, “Mr. Shaffer has

arrived. Mr. Dunkstein asks for you and Mr. Gordon to come down together.”

Isabella didn’t hear anything else, but being sensitive, she caught the name

‘Mr. Shaffer.’

Gordon frowned upon hearing the name, and he quickly stood up.

However, Poppy didn’t understand the situation. “Gordon?”

Frowning, he looked at his mother. “Mom, you should go. I’ll stay with

Grandma.”

Ariel glared at him and then leaned down to whisper to Poppy, “Mom, an

important guest has arrived. Xavier is asking Gordon to go down.”

Poppy, hearing the words ‘important guest,’ didn’t hesitate and patted

Gordon’s hand. “Go down now. Don’t keep your father waiting.”

While saying this, she still held onto Isabella’s hand.

Gordon’s expression changed slightly. He turned away with a stern face, not

forgetting to remind Isabella, “Wait for me.”

Feeling uncomfortable crouching for so long, Isabella forced a smile. “Okay.”

With that, Gordon followed his mother downstairs.

In the room, only Poppy and a few wealthy ladies remained. Isabella noticed

that although they continued talking with Poppy, they seemed distracted.

The name ‘Mr. Shaffer’ indeed carried weight.

Though Isabella was uncertain if it was Seth, she couldn’t help but be anxious.

While conversing with Poppy, she almost zoned out.

“Gordon has a temper. Dear, you must be patient with him.”

Oh no, that’s the tone of talking to a granddaughter-in-law.

In distress, she tried to answer diplomatically, “No, Gordon has a good

temper. It’s hard to find a friend like him.”

However, Poppy didn’t catch her hint; she just smiled. “You two have such a

good relationship.”

Her comment left Isabella speechless.

“Old Mrs. Dunkstein, we should also go,” someone reminded Poppy.

Suddenly reminded, Poppy hastily excused herself. While excusing herself,

she continued to hold Isabella’s hand and walked out of the room.

In a panic, Isabella wanted to retract her hand; otherwise, it would be difficult

to explain later. But Poppy seemed genuinely fond of her, holding on tightly

and leading her out.

Isabella glanced around the hall and immediately recognized a certain

person’s back.

To be precise, everyone’s attention wasn’t on Poppy but on the man who had

suddenly appeared.

Xavier was the middle-aged man who had bought the car from Isabella that

day. Today, he was in a suit, but he still looked plain. Beside Seth, he looked This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

like a subordinate.

Isabella couldn’t even lift her head, her mind spinning. Just as they were

about to reach the last flight of stairs, she gave a slight tug on Poppy’s hand.

“Grandma, I need to use the restroom.”

Without thinking much, Poppy quickly let go. “Go quickly. Do you know the

way?”

Isabella nodded repeatedly. Finally, she retreated at the very last minute, just

before entering everyone’s view. Avoiding the crowd, she walked backward

slowly and successfully entered the corridor.

Phew. That was close.

She patted her chest, looking around. Unfamiliar with the villa layout, she

could only walk randomly.

Molly had disappeared since they entered, most likely already close to

completing her mission.

Isabella sent a message to Molly, asking her to take care and not put herself

in danger.

Unexpectedly, Molly replied with a sweating emoji, clearly indicating that she

understood.

Seeing that, Isabella felt helpless and realized she might be a bit paranoid.

She had actually prevented a professional from doing her job.

She put away her phone, hesitating about where to go.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels approached from behind.

“With your status, it’s natural that you can’t find your way when you come to a

place like this.”