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.

she stood up, her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In

the couch. She gazed at the glass on

for quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set

wrong, and the sweet fragrance

unease.

frantically searching for her

her hands and fell to

discovered she couldn’t stand, as if her

to slide

reach her phone, but no

she tried, she couldn’t touch it.

on her face.

Isabella sat in a cafe. She watched the surveillance footage

laptop without expression.

waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

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

she clicked her tongue.

arrived, it lifted her spirits. She

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the

on the floor,

d

knew she had fallen into a trap, and if she continued

bad would

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear. Receiving no response,

resentful. She promised to investigate and get revenge on

behind

about this, the door suddenly clicked.

as she stared in the

widened eyes.

trying to see the person’s

already muddled her

didn’t lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened

a dress lying on the couch.

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

eyes. Her legs were slightly raised, and she parted her

seemingly saying something.