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.

her legs weakened, and

she slumped onto the couch. She gazed at the glass

regaining

and the sweet fragrance in the air

unease.

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

slipped from her hands and fell

she couldn’t stand,

to slide down the couch slowly.

the woman struggled to reach her phone, but no matter

couldn’t touch it. A gradually

on her face.

Isabella sat in a cafe. She watched

her laptop without expression.

“Miss, would you

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

gaze returned to the laptop screen.

clicked her

it lifted her spirits. She delicately

savoring it.

lay on the

on the floor, but her

d

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

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

now showed fear. Receiving no response, she

resentful. She promised to investigate and

whoever was behind this.

thought about this, the

in the direction

widened eyes.

see the person’s face

already

arrived as planned. As

Lara in a dress lying on the

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

legs were slightly raised, and she parted

seemingly saying something.

had some hesitation, but now all rational thoughts were