I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 112

Having obtained the screenshot of the problematic financial report from

Selena, Lara cross-checked the IP address several times. She confirmed that

it was Abigail who held a grudge against Isabella. Only then did Lara feel at

ease and go to the appointed meeting.

Lara assumed Abigail was concerned about exposing herself, which

explained why she sent the email anonymously. Consequently, Lara decided

not to confirm with Abigail directly, thinking it best not to alert her

beforehand. After all, Lara’s primary goal was to acquire the financial report.

Isabella would be held responsible, possibly implicating Seth-a strategy

killing two birds with one stone.

When Lara arrived at the hotel, she went to Room 801 as per the email

instructions. Despite the entire floor being filled with presidential suites, there

weren’t many bookings. Lara couldn’t help but marvel at Abigail’s willingness

to spend money, all the while harboring thoughts about Isabella’s numerous

offenses deserving an early death.

The door to Room 801 was open, so she casually walked in, closing the door

behind her.

The whole suite was quiet, with a faint fragrance in the air and no signs of

anyone around.

“Anybody here?” Lara impatiently dropped her bag and sat on the couch with

crossed legs. “Such a fool. She’s actually late.” She rolled her eyes and leaned

back, taking out her phone to send several consecutive emails to the

anonymous email address. With no replies, frustration overwhelmed her.

Sensing stagnant air, she stood up to open the door.

and dizziness struck. In a

the couch. She gazed at the glass

for quite some time before regaining focus.

was wrong, and the sweet fragrance in the air heightened her

unease.

grabbed her purse, frantically searching for her phone.

slipped from her hands

discovered she couldn’t stand, as if

slide down the couch slowly. “Help..”

woman struggled to reach her phone, but no

touch it. A

on her face.

sat in a cafe. She

without expression.

asked, “Miss, would you like

Isabella handed over her cup. “Thank you, and add a piece of

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

the waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to

clicked her tongue.

spirits. She delicately scooped up

savoring it.

footage, Lara lay on the couch, almost losing consciousness. She

at her phone on the floor, but her eyes

d

trap, and if she continued to wait like this,

bad would happen.

“Help…”

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fear. Receiving

and resentful. She promised to investigate and get

behind this.

this, the door

the direction of the living room with

widened eyes.

the person’s face clearly. However,

had already muddled her mind.

lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened the

Lara in a dress lying on the

him in the eye, now lay on

eyes. Her legs were slightly

seemingly saying something.