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.

weakened, and dizziness struck.

slumped onto the couch. She gazed at the

for quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set in as

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

unease.

purse, frantically searching for her phone. But in

phone slipped from her hands and fell

but discovered she couldn’t

causing her to slide down the couch

the footage, the woman struggled to reach her

it.

on her face.

a cafe. She watched

laptop without expression.

and asked, “Miss,

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to the laptop screen. With a

she clicked her tongue.

spirits. She

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the

at her phone on the floor, but her

d

trap, and if

would

“Help…”

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fear. Receiving no

promised to investigate and

behind this.

thought about this, the door

she stared in the direction of the living

widened eyes.

see the person’s face clearly. However,

had already muddled

me.” Louis arrived as

Lara in a dress

had avoided looking him in the eye, now lay on the couch

slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.