Heartstrings on Fire novel 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 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.

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?"