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.

legs weakened,

slumped onto the couch. She gazed

time before regaining focus.

wrong, and the sweet fragrance in the air heightened

unease.

purse, frantically searching for her

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

grab it but discovered she couldn’t stand, as

to slide

the footage, the woman struggled to reach her phone, but no

touch it. A

on her face.

sat in a cafe. She watched the surveillance

her laptop without expression.

“Miss, would you like a

cup. “Thank you, and

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

Isabella’s gaze returned

she clicked her

her

savoring it.

on the couch,

her phone on the

d

trap, and if she continued to wait like

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear. Receiving

to investigate and get

whoever was behind this.

thought about this, the door

she stared in

widened eyes.

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

had already muddled

arrived as planned.

saw Lara in a dress lying on

in the eye, now lay on

were slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.

hesitation, but now all rational