Heartstrings On Fire

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Chapter 634

Finally, Agnes left Nocturne at the Whitfield Manor.

She needed to start thinking long–term.

Tim was so pissed, there’s no way she could stick around the Whitfield Manor any time soon.

Agnes left the Whitfield Manor. She was beat.

Grabbed a cab, went straight back to the Pritchard family’s villa.

She’d been on high alert, but it all went belly up in the end.

All Agnes wanted now was to get some sleep.

But as soon as she got back to the Pritchard family’s villa, something feit off.

The front door was open.

Someone broke into the villa?

Agnes was a little nervous.

She thought it was a burglar, was about to call the police.

But then she spotted the shoe print at the entrance.

For some reason, she recognized the owner of shoe print right away.

Combined with the strong scent of Beatrice’s favorite perfume.

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Beatrice was back.

There were no signs of forced entry, the door was unlocked with a key.

Back in the day, when Agnes got the deed from Laura, Beatrice flat out refused to hand over the keys.

Agnes didn’t push her.

She was just going to change the locks later.

But she didn’t get a chance to change the lock when Beatrice tried to run her over with her car. Then she went

abroad.

But four years later, Beatrice had settled down in the Capital.

Now she’s back in Willowbrook Town and at the Pritchard family House. Agnes took off her shoes and went quietly

upstairs. Beatrice was in Agnes‘

bedroom.

She hunched over, rummaging through the drawer by Agnes‘ bed.

“Beatrice, what the hell are you doing?”

Agnes broke the silence.

Beatrice nearly jumped out of her skin.

She stood up quickly.

She was holding a stack of photos.

With the shock, the photos slipped from her hands onto the floor.

Beatrice bent over to pick them up.

But Agnes beat her to it.

She picked up the photos, clutching them in her hand.

“Agnes, give me those photos back!” Beatrice was hopping mad.

Agnes ignored her.

She started looking at the photos in her hand.

To her surprise,

she didn’t recognize the girl in the photos, but she seemed familiar.

The photos showed the girl serving drinks.

Some were scantily clad, some in a bunny costume.

She was always surrounded by a bunch of men, being bullied.

She always seemed timid.

And then, Agnes found bloody threats.

Looking at the photos, a few scenes flashed through Agnes‘ mind.

She remembered now, the girl was Sharon.

The girl Jared had just defended, telling Tim to back off.

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Agnes had seen photos of Sharon before.

She was a big shot in the entertainment industry

Her suicide over relationship issues had been all over the news recently.

But Agnes didn’t make the connection at first.

The girl in the photos looked very young, like photos of Sharon before she made it big.

And the photos were mostly of her serving drinks to guests, in quite revealing situations.

You could say these were some unknown stories from her early days.

Agnes had been in the entertainment industry herself.

She saw through Beatrice’s motives right away.

Agnes held the photos, “Beatrice, where the hell did you get these? What the hell are you up to?”

Beatrice tried to snatch the photos, “Agnes, none of your damn business!”

But Beatrice reached out, held the photos up high, but couldn’t get them.

Agnes spoke up. “Let me fill you in on your plan. Sharon didn’t kill herself over a relationship issue on the day of

Jared’s engagement, she did it because she got these photos and threats from you, right? And you’re here today,

leaving these photos by my bed, trying to pin the blame on me. If I’m not mistaken, after you plant these photos,

you’ll find a way to let the media know, find evidence. Your real goal is to use Sharon to ruin Jared’s wedding, get

rid of the thorn in your side, and have me take the fall. Killing several birds with one stone, aren’t you?”

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