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.

her legs weakened,

slumped onto the couch. She gazed at the

before regaining focus. Panic set in as she

and the sweet

unease.

grabbed her purse, frantically searching for her phone. But in

slipped from her hands and fell to the

it but discovered she couldn’t stand,

causing her to slide

the woman struggled to reach her phone,

touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

a cafe.

her laptop without expression.

waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would you

“Thank you,

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

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

she clicked

it lifted her

savoring it.

the footage, Lara lay on the couch, almost losing consciousness.

her phone on the floor, but her

d

into a trap, and

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

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fear. Receiving no

to investigate and

whoever was behind this.

Lara thought about this, the door suddenly

snapped as she stared in the

widened eyes.

see the person’s face

already

as planned. As he quietly

Lara in a dress lying on the

in the eye,

legs were slightly raised,

seemingly saying something.