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.

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

focus. Panic

was wrong, and the sweet fragrance

unease.

for her

slipped from her hands and fell

discovered she couldn’t stand, as if

boneless, causing her to slide down the

footage, the woman struggled to reach her phone, but no matter

couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified expression appeared

on her face.

Isabella sat in a cafe. She watched the surveillance

without expression.

waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would you like

cup. “Thank you, and add a piece

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

returned to

clicked

lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up

savoring it.

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

at her phone on the floor, but her eyes

d

she had fallen into a trap, and if she continued to wait like

would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

fear. Receiving

and resentful. She promised to investigate

behind this.

about this, the door

mind snapped as she stared in the direction

widened eyes.

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

already muddled her mind.

to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As

a dress lying on the

in the eye, now lay on the

were slightly

seemingly saying something.