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

onto the couch. She gazed

time before regaining focus.

wrong, and the sweet fragrance in the air heightened her

unease.

purse, frantically searching for her phone. But in her

the phone slipped from her hands and fell to

but discovered she couldn’t stand, as if her body had

boneless, causing her to slide down the couch

struggled to reach her

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

on her face.

sat in a cafe. She watched the surveillance footage

without expression.

asked, “Miss, would you like a refill?”

cup. “Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

the waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to the

she clicked

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

savoring it.

on the couch,

the floor, but her eyes couldn’t focus.

d

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

would

“Help…”

5/9

fear.

promised to investigate and get revenge

was behind

Lara thought about this, the door

stared in the direction

widened eyes.

trying to see the person’s

had already muddled

Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened the

Lara in a dress lying on the couch.

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

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

seemingly saying something.