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.

her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In a moment of

She gazed at the

some time before regaining focus. Panic set in as she

wrong, and the sweet fragrance

unease.

frantically searching for her phone. But in her state

the phone slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. She

she couldn’t stand, as if her body

her to slide down the couch

struggled to reach her phone, but no matter how

she tried, she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

in a cafe. She watched the surveillance footage on

laptop without expression.

asked, “Miss, would you

her cup. “Thank you, and

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to

clicked

the cake arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped

savoring it.

Lara lay on the couch, almost losing consciousness.

at her phone on the floor, but

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and if

bad would

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fear.

resentful. She promised to investigate

was behind

about this, the door

mind snapped as she stared in the direction of

widened eyes.

squinted, trying to see the person’s face clearly. However, the

already muddled her

as planned.

saw Lara in a

who had avoided looking him in

Her legs were slightly raised, and

seemingly saying something.