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 she would

her off the hook. So Beatrice had to create an alibi. She went back to the private room, greeted everyone, had some drinks, and then pretended to pass out at the table, waiting for someone to take

editor of an entertainment magazine. Those paparazzi were

lounge, Agnes was both tired and thirsty. She thed to take a sip from her water bottle,

none

earth would lock her in the lounge? Was

of battery. Her throat raw

one would come looking for her. Was she really going to stay here all night, waiting for the staff to open the door the

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

she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She walked over, only to see the waiter holding the lock, looking utterly baffled: “This isn’t our lock, who the hell

Chapter 362

the lounge door, and whipped out a lock from her bag.

inside, then call over a journalist to unvel the scandal in public. But, it

don’t worry, I’ll find you a hunky security

was already knackered, lounging on the couch. She heard a

to her surprise, the lounge door seemed to be locked from

had a gut feeling someone was outside. She banged on the door hard “Open up!

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 was sure Agnes would drink that juice, she might have

find someone. She needed to hurry because Beatrice knew Agnes had

to see the scene, it would be absolutely