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.

weakened, and dizziness struck.

the couch. She gazed at the glass on

quite some time before regaining focus.

and the sweet fragrance in the

unease.

for her phone. But in

slipped from her hands and fell to the

discovered she couldn’t stand, as if her body

boneless, causing her to slide down the

footage, the woman struggled to reach her phone,

she couldn’t touch it. A

on her face.

Isabella sat in a cafe. She

her laptop without expression.

approached and asked, “Miss, would you like a

“Thank you, and add a

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

the waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to

clicked her

lifted her spirits. She delicately

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the couch, almost losing

on the floor, but her

d

into a trap,

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear.

and resentful. She promised to

whoever was behind this.

Lara thought about this, the door

as she stared in the direction

widened eyes.

see the person’s face clearly.

already muddled her

as planned. As he quietly

he saw Lara in a

avoided looking him in the

legs were slightly raised, and she

seemingly saying something.

he had some hesitation, but now all