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 struck. In a

She gazed at the glass on the

regaining focus. Panic

and the sweet fragrance in the air heightened

unease.

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

the phone slipped from her hands and fell to

discovered she couldn’t stand, as if her

to slide down the couch

the footage, the woman struggled to reach her phone,

couldn’t touch it. A gradually terrified

on her face.

cafe. She watched the

her laptop without expression.

waiter approached and asked, “Miss,

“Thank

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

the waiter left, Isabella’s gaze returned to

she clicked

it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up

savoring it.

footage, Lara lay on the

her phone on the floor, but her eyes

d

had fallen into a trap, and if she

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

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fear. Receiving

resentful. She promised to investigate and get

whoever was behind this.

Lara thought about this,

as she stared in

widened eyes.

see the person’s face clearly. However,

had already muddled

me.” Louis arrived as planned.

in a dress lying on

him in the

slightly raised, and she parted her

seemingly saying something.