Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny novel Chapter 112

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.

When she stood up, her legs weakened, and dizziness struck. In a moment of

daze, she slumped onto the couch. She gazed at the glass on the coffee

table for quite some time before regaining focus. Panic set in as she realized

something was wrong, and the sweet fragrance in the air heightened her

unease.

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

of weakness, the phone slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. She

attempted to grab it but discovered she couldn’t stand, as if her body had

turned boneless, causing her to slide down the couch slowly. “Help..”

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

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

on her face.

Meanwhile, Isabella sat in a cafe. She watched the surveillance footage on

her laptop without expression.

A waiter approached and asked, “Miss, would you like a refill?”

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

mousse cake, please.”

“Sure.”

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

expression, she clicked her tongue.

When the cake arrived, it lifted her spirits. She delicately scooped up a piece,

savoring it.