Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

In the hotel, a group of reporters rushed upstairs. Some went up from the

elevator, and others sneaked in through emergency exits. The hotel’s security

was powerless to stop them.

With a loud bang, the door of Room 801 was forcibly pushed open.

At this moment, Lara was lying on the couch with her shirt disheveled, and a

shirtless Louis was on top of her. They were intimately close.

When the reporters stormed in, they didn’t expect such a sensational scene.

They were momentarily dumbfounded but quickly recovered. One after

another, they started flashing their cameras at the two figures on the couch.

Louis lay limp on top, unable to move, much like Lara.

Caught up in their conversations, the reporters were oblivious to any peculiar

behavior from the duo on the couch. They presumed that the couple was

simply attempting to dodge the cameras. Relentlessly, they showered the

pair with pointed questions, but the two on the couch stayed unresponsive.

Soon, the hotel security swiftly entered the room. Witnessing the scene on

the couch, they were briefly taken aback. However, taking into account Lara’s

prominent identity, they promptly guided the reporters out of the room.

“Miss Shaffer, what’s your relationship with this gentleman?”

“Didn’t you say you were getting married soon on a popular variety show?”

“Is this gentleman your fiancé?”

The reporters were unwilling to give up. Even as they were being ushered out,

they continued bombarding the couple with questions, hoping to uncover a

scandal.

Yet, Lara couldn’t even make a sound. As she watched the cameras being

taken out, she was so infuriated that her eyes were bloodshot, wishing she

could tear Louis into pieces.

Off-screen, Isabella remained expressionless. She picked up her cup of

coffee to take a sip and casually commented to the empty air, “What a

spectacular scene.” She sat outside, not planning to leave.

The reporters left, and the people from the Shaffer Family who were handling

the situation should be here soon. She needed to see who would be dealing

with this matter.

If it’s Old Mr. Shaffer…

Isabella couldn’t help but clench her fist, her heart pounding. Despite the

indescribable fear brewing inside her after orchestrating such a significant

event, she maintained a facade of composure.

Outside the window, she saw that the reporters were kicked out, but their

faces were filled with excitement. They hurriedly walked to their cars, eager to

be the first to report the news.

“It looks like big news.” The waiter, noticing that Isabella remained in place,

walked over to strike up a conversation with her.

With a smile, she closed her laptop and said, “Isn’t this hotel like the

birthplace of entertainment scandals?”

“Yeah. Just a couple of days ago, Amelie Fowler was arrested here.” The

waitress clicked her tongue, her eyes shining with gossip. “But for some

people, even if they’re photographed, it doesn’t matter.”

The waitress lowered her voice, telling Isabella, “I heard that a bigshot’s