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, and dizziness struck. In a

onto the couch. She gazed at the

quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set in as

wrong, and the sweet fragrance in

unease.

frantically searching for her phone. But in

phone slipped from her hands

but discovered she couldn’t

slide down the

to reach her phone, but

couldn’t touch it. A

on her face.

cafe. She watched the

her laptop without expression.

“Miss, would you like a

cup. “Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

Isabella’s gaze returned to

clicked

arrived, it lifted her spirits.

savoring it.

Lara lay on

at her phone on the floor, but her eyes

d

into a trap, and if she continued to wait like

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

once-proud heiress now showed fear. Receiving no response,

She promised to investigate and

whoever was behind this.

Lara thought about this, the door

she stared in

widened eyes.

to see the person’s

already muddled her

Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly

saw Lara in a

him in

legs were slightly raised, and she parted

seemingly saying something.

had some hesitation, but now all rational thoughts were