Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 362

So, Beatrice strutted over, suddenly shut the lounge door, and whipped out a lock from her bag.

Good thing she had the foresight. She had prepared this lock beforehand. Her original plan was to trap Agnes and Ivan inside, then call over a journalist to unveil the scandal in public. But, it doesn’t matter if Ivan isn’t the one locked in

Agnes, you’re out of luck, but don’t worry, I’ll find you a hunky security guard later

Agnes was already knackered, lounging on the couch. She heard a noise from the door and got up to check.

She was planning to leave after a quick rest, but to her surprise, the lounge door seemed to be locked from the outside and couldn’t be opened

Agnes had a gut feeling someone was outside She banged on the door hard: “Open up! Is anyone out there? Whoever you are, open the doort”

Beatrice, having accomplished her mission, clapped her hands in satisfaction. She had observed the room, and there were no surveillance cameras. Even if Agnes got suspicious later by then Agnes would be in a very awkward situation. What could she do even if she found out?

The louder Agnes yelled, the happier Beatrice felt. She was sure Agnes would drink that juice, she might have already

Beatrice planned to go find someone. She needed to hurry because Beatrice knew Agnes had a phone and would call for help, maybe even call Jared

If Jared came and happened to see the scene, it would be absolutely perfect.

As Beatrice was leaving the Lavender Restaurant, she bumped into a waiter.

Beatrice, wearing a mask, said, “I think I heard someone screaming in the lounge just now, not sure what’s wrong, you guys should go check it out.” Lavender Restaurant prioritizes excellent service. They would help with any customer issues. Upon hearing this, the waiter replied. Tll go right away.”

wanted to follow and watch the drama unfold, but realized

found out she set Agnes up, he would never let her off the hook. So Beatrice had to create an alibi. She went back to the private room,

sent a message to the editor of an entertainment magazine. Those paparazzi were probably

thirsty. She thed to take a sip from her water bottle, but

none

lounge? Was it on purpose, an accident, or a prank?

make a call, but her phone was out of battery. Her throat raw from yelling, she didn’t know

looking for her. Was she really going to stay here all night, waiting for the staff

coming to terms with her reality, she heard noises from the door again. Not long after, the door opened,

walked over, only to see the waiter holding the lock, looking utterly baffled: “This isn’t our lock, who the hell went through the

Chapter 362

lounge door, and whipped

plan was to trap Agnes and Ivan inside, then call over a journalist to unvel the scandal in public. But, it doesn’t matter if Ivan isn’t the one

I’ll find you a

already knackered, lounging on the couch. She heard a noise from the door and got up to check

quick rest, but to her surprise, the lounge door seemed to

someone was outside. She banged on the door hard “Open up!

were no surveillance cameras. Even if Agnes

She was sure Agnes would drink that juice,

someone. She needed to hurry because Beatrice knew Agnes

see the scene,