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?”
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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?
About Heartstrings on Fire - Chapter 362
Heartstrings on Fire is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter
362 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks
to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read
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