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 struck. In a moment of

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

before regaining focus. Panic set in as she realized

the sweet fragrance

unease.

her purse, frantically searching for her phone. But in her

the phone slipped from her hands

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

causing her to slide down the

struggled to reach

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified expression

on her face.

in a cafe. She

laptop without expression.

waiter approached and asked, “Miss,

handed over her cup. “Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

to the laptop screen.

she clicked

arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up

savoring it.

Lara lay on the couch,

the floor, but her eyes couldn’t focus.

d

fallen into a trap, and if she continued to wait

bad would happen.

“Help…”

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fear. Receiving no response,

to investigate

was behind

thought about this, the door

mind snapped as she stared in the direction of the living

widened eyes.

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

had already muddled her mind.

lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened the

a dress lying on the couch.

avoided looking him in the eye,

eyes. Her legs were slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.