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

She gazed at the glass on

regaining focus. Panic set in as she

the sweet fragrance in the air heightened

unease.

for her phone. But

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

it but discovered she couldn’t stand, as

boneless, causing her to slide down the couch slowly.

the woman struggled to reach her phone,

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually

on her face.

in a cafe. She watched the

laptop without

and asked, “Miss, would you like

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

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

she clicked her tongue.

it lifted her spirits. She delicately

savoring it.

footage, Lara lay on the couch,

the floor, but

d

had fallen into a trap, and if she continued

would

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear.

to investigate and get revenge

was behind

Lara thought about this,

the direction of the living room

widened eyes.

person’s face clearly. However, the

had already muddled her

to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he

saw Lara in a dress lying

woman, who had avoided looking him in the

were slightly raised, and she parted her lips,

seemingly saying something.