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.

stood up, her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In

She gazed at the glass on

for quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set

and the sweet fragrance in the

unease.

for her phone.

from her hands and

to grab it but discovered she couldn’t stand, as

her to slide down the

woman struggled to reach her phone, but no

touch it.

on her face.

sat in a cafe. She

her laptop without expression.

approached and asked, “Miss,

“Thank

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

returned to the laptop screen.

she clicked

the cake arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped

savoring it.

Lara lay on the couch, almost losing consciousness.

on the floor, but her eyes

d

trap, and if

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

now showed fear. Receiving no

and resentful. She promised to investigate and get revenge

whoever was behind this.

this, the door suddenly

stared in the direction of the

widened eyes.

to see the person’s face clearly. However, the

already

to me.” Louis arrived as planned. As

Lara in a

him in the eye, now lay

legs were slightly raised, and

seemingly saying something.

but now all rational