Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny

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.

up, her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In a

couch. She gazed at the glass on the

time before regaining focus.

sweet fragrance in the air heightened

unease.

for her phone. But in her

slipped from her hands

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

her to slide down the couch

struggled to reach her

she couldn’t touch it. A

on her face.

a cafe. She watched the surveillance

her laptop without expression.

approached and asked, “Miss,

over her cup. “Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

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

she clicked

it lifted her

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the couch, almost

phone on the floor, but

d

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

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

heiress now showed fear. Receiving no response,

She promised to investigate and get

whoever was behind this.

Lara thought about this, the

stared in the direction

widened eyes.

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

had already muddled

didn’t lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned.

in a dress lying on

looking him in the eye, now lay

Her legs were slightly raised, and

seemingly saying something.

he had some hesitation, but now all rational