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

couch. She gazed at the glass on the

regaining focus. Panic set in as she realized

wrong, and the sweet fragrance in the

unease.

for her

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

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

to slide down the couch slowly.

woman struggled to reach her phone,

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually

on her face.

a cafe. She

laptop without

approached and asked, “Miss, would you like

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

gaze returned to the laptop screen.

clicked her

the cake arrived, it lifted her spirits.

savoring it.

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

on the floor,

d

trap, and if she continued to wait like this,

would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear. Receiving no response,

promised to investigate

behind this.

this, the door

in the

widened eyes.

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

already muddled her

lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned.

approached, he saw Lara in a

woman, who had avoided looking him in the eye, now lay

Her legs were slightly raised, and

seemingly saying something.