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.

her legs weakened, and

slumped onto the couch. She gazed at the glass

quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set in as

the sweet fragrance in the air

unease.

frantically searching for her phone. But in her

from her hands and fell

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

slide down the couch slowly.

reach her phone, but no matter

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified expression appeared

on her face.

cafe. She watched the surveillance

laptop without expression.

asked, “Miss, would

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

gaze returned to the laptop

she clicked her tongue.

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

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the couch,

floor, but her eyes couldn’t

d

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

bad would

“Help…”

5/9

heiress now showed fear. Receiving no response,

to investigate and get

was behind this.

about this, the

stared in the

widened eyes.

see the person’s face clearly. However, the

already muddled her

me.” Louis arrived as planned.

saw Lara in a dress lying on the couch.

had avoided looking him in the eye,

misty eyes. Her legs were slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.