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.

she stood up, her legs weakened, and dizziness

She gazed

quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set

sweet fragrance in

unease.

searching for her

her hands and fell to

but discovered she couldn’t stand, as if

slide down the

struggled to reach her phone, but no

she tried, she couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified expression

on her face.

Isabella sat in a cafe. She watched the

her laptop without expression.

and asked, “Miss, would

Isabella handed over her cup. “Thank you, and add a

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

left, Isabella’s gaze returned to the laptop

she clicked her

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

savoring it.

lay on

the floor,

d

a trap, and if she continued

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

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heiress now showed fear. Receiving no response,

and resentful. She promised to

whoever was behind this.

thought about this, the door suddenly

stared in the direction of the living room

widened eyes.

squinted, trying to see the person’s face

had already muddled

me.” Louis arrived as

approached, he saw Lara in a dress lying

avoided looking him in the eye, now lay on the

were slightly raised, and she parted

seemingly saying something.