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.

legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In

she slumped onto the couch. She gazed at the glass on the coffee

before regaining focus. Panic set in as

fragrance in the air heightened her

unease.

frantically searching for her phone.

phone slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.

she couldn’t

her to slide down the couch

to reach her phone, but no matter how

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

a cafe. She watched

without

approached and asked, “Miss, would you

her cup. “Thank you, and

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

returned to the laptop

clicked her

arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up

savoring it.

footage, Lara lay on the

at her phone on the floor, but her eyes couldn’t focus.

d

trap, and if she continued to

bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

heiress now showed fear. Receiving no response, she was

resentful. She promised to investigate and get

was behind this.

Lara thought about this, the door suddenly

in the

widened eyes.

trying to see the person’s face

already muddled her

didn’t lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened the

a dress lying on the

looking him in the eye, now lay

slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.