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.

legs weakened, and dizziness

onto the couch. She gazed at the glass on

time before regaining

and the sweet fragrance in

unease.

purse, frantically searching for her phone. But

from her hands and fell to the

discovered she

boneless, causing her to slide down

woman struggled to reach her phone, but no matter

couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified expression

on her face.

a cafe. She

her laptop without expression.

waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would you

handed over her cup. “Thank you, and

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

left, Isabella’s gaze returned to the laptop screen. With a

she clicked her

the cake arrived, it lifted her

savoring it.

on the couch, almost

the

d

fallen into a trap, and if she continued to wait

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

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once-proud heiress now showed fear. Receiving no

resentful. She promised to

whoever was behind this.

about this, the

in the

widened eyes.

squinted, trying to see the

had already

me.” Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly opened the

in

him in the eye, now

were slightly raised, and she parted

seemingly saying something.