Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

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

couch. She gazed at the glass on the

for quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set in as she

wrong, and the sweet fragrance in

unease.

for her

from her hands and fell to

it but discovered she couldn’t stand,

boneless, causing her to slide down

the woman struggled to reach

couldn’t touch it. A

on her face.

a cafe.

her laptop without expression.

and asked, “Miss, would

cup. “Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

the waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to

she clicked her

cake arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up a

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the couch, almost losing

phone on the floor, but her eyes

d

she had fallen into a trap, and if she continued to

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear. Receiving no response, she

to investigate

whoever was behind this.

thought about this, the door suddenly

stared in the direction

widened eyes.

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

already

as planned. As he quietly opened the

saw Lara in a dress lying on

had avoided looking him in the eye, now lay on

misty eyes. Her legs were slightly

seemingly saying something.