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.”

Beatrice wanted to follow and watch the drama unfold, but realized she would blow her cover if she did.

If Jared 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, greeted everyone, had some drinks, and then pretended to pass out at the table,

waiting for someone to take her home.

But she still anonymously sent a message to the editor of an entertainment magazine. Those paparazzi were

probably already on their way.

Trapped in the lounge, Agnes was both tired and thirsty. She thed to take a sip from her water bottle, but Mamie

had finished all the lemon water eather, leaving her

none

Who on earth would lock her in the lounge? Was it on purpose, an accident, or a prank?

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

to do.

Everyone probably thought she left early, so no one would come looking for her. Was she really going to stay here

all night, waiting for the staff to open the door the next day?

Just as Agnes was coming to terms with her reality, she heard noises from the door again. Not long after, the door

opened, and a waiter from Lavender Restaurant appeared

When Agnes saw the light outside, 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 went through the trouble of locking the

lounge?”

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 unvel 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 door

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, “Til go right away”

Beatrice wanted to follow and watch the drama unfold, but realized she would blow her cover if she did.

If Jared 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, greeted everyone, had some drinks, and then pretended to pass out at the table,

waiting for someone to take her home

But she still anonymously sent a message to the editor of an entertainment magazine. Those paparazzi were

probably already on their way

Trapped in the lounge, Agnes was both tired and thirsty. She tried to take a sip from her water bottle, but Mamie

had finished all the lemon water earlier, leaving her

none

Who on earth would lock her in the lounge? Was it on purpose, an accident, or a prank?

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

to do.

Everyone probably thought she left early, so no one would come looking for her. Was she really going to stay here

all night, waiting for the staff to open the door the next day?

Just as Agnes was coming to terms with her reality, she heard noises from the door again. Not long after, the door

opened, and a waiter from Lavender Restaurant

appeared

When Agnes saw the light outside, 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 went through the trouble of locking the

lounge