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.

up, her legs weakened, and dizziness

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

time before regaining focus. Panic

the sweet fragrance in the air heightened

unease.

searching for her phone. But in her

the phone slipped from her hands and

but discovered she couldn’t stand,

causing her to slide down

the footage, the woman struggled to reach her

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

Isabella sat in a cafe. She watched the

laptop without

waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would you like a

cup. “Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to the laptop

she clicked

cake arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up a

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the couch,

floor, but her eyes couldn’t focus.

d

had fallen into a trap, and if she continued to

would

“Help…”

5/9

once-proud heiress now showed fear.

promised to

was behind this.

about this, the door suddenly

in the direction of

widened eyes.

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

had already muddled her mind.

to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he

he saw Lara in a dress lying on the

looking him in the

legs were slightly raised, and she parted

seemingly saying something.