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 Isabe. Only then did Lara feel at


    ease and go to the appointed meeting.


    Lara assumed Abigail was concerned about exposing herself, which


    exined 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.


    Isabe 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 Isabe’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 actuallyte.” 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 ss 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, Isabe sat in a cafe. She watched the surveince footage on


    herptop without expression.


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


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


    mousse cake, please.”


    “Sure.”


    As the waiter left, Isabe’s gaze returned to theptop 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.


    In the footage, Laray on the couch, almost losing consciousness. She


    stared at her phone on the floor, but her eyes couldn’t focus.


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    She knew she had fallen into a trap, and if she continued to wait like this,


    something bad would happen.


    “Help…”


    The once-proud heiress now showed fear. Receiving no response, she was


    angry and resentful. She promised to investigate and get revenge on


    whoever was behind this.


    As Lara thought about this, the door suddenly clicked.


    Her mind snapped as she stared in the direction of the living room with


    widened eyes.


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


    fragrance had already muddled her mind.


    “She didn’t lie to me.” Louis arrived as nned. As he quietly opened the door


    and approached, he saw Lara in a dress lying on the couch.


    The woman, who had avoided looking him in the eye, nowy on the couch


    with misty eyes. Her legs were slightly raised, and she parted her lips,


    seemingly saying something.


    Initially, he had some hesitation, but now all rational thoughts were gone.


    The faint fragrance filled the room, and red roses adorned the table, setting


    the perfect atmosphere.


    “Darling, you’re a gift from God.”


    As the man approached, Lara recognized his voice. Memories of those eerie


    green eyes shed through her mind, sending shivers down her spine.


    She wanted to scream, but her body felt powerless. Even her voice was


    slipping away into her throat.


    Just then, wet kisses fell on her face, and a strange breath mixed with her


    own. Everything was driving her to madness.


    “Darling, I can’t wait any longer. Let me love you now.”,


    Louis’ actions were rough and direct. He reached behind to unzip Lara’s dress


    while kissing her lips.


    “After tonight, you won’t be able to live without me. Let me love you.”


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    Lara held her breath, struggling to squeeze out words. “Get lost!”


    Off-screen, when Isabe finished her cake, she heard the heart-wrenching


    scream through her headphones.


    After a snort, she touched her cheek, where the wound still throbbed slightly.


    Turning her head, she looked out the window and, unsurprisingly, saw several


    cars with people carrying various cameras getting out. They were all heavily


    disguised.


    Suddenly, the waiter came over, clicking her tongue. “I wonder which celebrity


    is causing trouble in the hotel, but it’s definitely going to be exposed by the


    media.”


    Hearing that, Isabe smiled. “There are no secrets in the world.”