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.

stood up, her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In a moment

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

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

sweet fragrance in the air heightened

unease.

her purse, frantically searching for her phone. But in

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

to grab it but discovered she couldn’t stand, as

slide down the couch slowly.

to reach her phone,

it.

on her face.

in a cafe. She watched the surveillance

without

waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would you like

“Thank

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

Isabella’s gaze returned to

she clicked

her spirits. She delicately

savoring it.

Lara lay on the couch,

at her phone on the floor,

d

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

bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear. Receiving no response,

to

was behind this.

this, the door suddenly clicked.

mind snapped as she stared in the direction of the living room

widened eyes.

see the person’s

already muddled her

Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened

he saw Lara in a dress lying

woman, who had avoided looking him in

slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.