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 dizziness

the couch. She gazed at

quite some time before regaining focus. Panic

wrong, and the sweet

unease.

frantically searching for her phone. But

from her hands and

but discovered she couldn’t stand, as if her body

causing her to slide down

to reach her phone, but no matter

tried, she couldn’t touch it. A gradually

on her face.

a cafe. She watched

her laptop without expression.

and asked, “Miss, would

“Thank you, and add

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

gaze returned

clicked

the cake arrived, it lifted her spirits.

savoring it.

on

on the floor, but her eyes couldn’t

d

into a trap, and if she

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

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

resentful. She promised to investigate

whoever was behind this.

about this, the door

as she stared in the direction of

widened eyes.

the

already muddled

to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he

in a dress lying on the

avoided looking him in the

eyes. Her legs were slightly raised, and she parted

seemingly saying something.

but