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.

up, her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In

onto the couch. She gazed at the

regaining focus.

and the sweet fragrance in the air

unease.

frantically searching for

her hands and fell to the

she couldn’t stand, as if her

causing her to slide down the couch slowly.

the footage, the woman struggled to reach her phone, but no matter

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

on her face.

cafe.

her laptop without expression.

asked, “Miss, would you like a

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

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

clicked her

her

savoring it.

Lara lay on the couch, almost losing

phone on the floor,

d

trap, and if she continued to

something bad would happen.

“Help…”

5/9

showed fear. Receiving no response, she

She promised to investigate and get revenge

whoever was behind this.

Lara thought about this,

stared in the direction of the

widened eyes.

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

had already

Louis arrived as planned. As he quietly

saw Lara in a

him in the eye,

legs were slightly raised, and she parted her

seemingly saying something.