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 struck.

onto the couch. She gazed

time before regaining focus. Panic set in as

wrong, and the sweet fragrance in the

unease.

her purse, frantically searching for her phone. But in

phone slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.

but discovered she couldn’t

to slide

struggled to reach her phone, but no

she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

a cafe. She watched the

her laptop without expression.

approached and asked, “Miss, would you like a

Isabella handed over her cup. “Thank you, and

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

gaze returned to the laptop

she clicked

it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up a

savoring it.

lay on the couch,

phone on the floor, but

d

a trap, and if she continued to wait like

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear.

to

whoever was behind this.

thought about this, the door suddenly

as she stared in the direction

widened eyes.

to see the

already muddled

lie to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As

approached, he saw Lara in a dress lying

had avoided looking him in

slightly

seemingly saying something.

he had some hesitation, but