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

before regaining focus. Panic set

the sweet fragrance in the

unease.

searching for her phone.

weakness, the phone slipped from her hands and

she couldn’t stand, as if her body

slide down the couch slowly.

woman struggled to reach her phone, but no

she tried, she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

cafe.

her laptop without expression.

asked, “Miss,

her cup. “Thank you, and add

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

gaze returned to the laptop

clicked her

it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped

savoring it.

footage, Lara lay on the couch, almost losing consciousness.

her phone on the floor, but her eyes couldn’t

d

fallen into a trap, and if she continued to wait

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

heiress now showed fear.

to investigate and get revenge

whoever was behind this.

thought about this,

in the direction of the

widened eyes.

see the person’s face clearly. However,

had already muddled

lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned.

in a

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

were slightly raised,

seemingly saying something.

he had some hesitation, but