Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 454

Chapter 454 

“Agnes, you bitch, get out here!!” 

Beatrice stormed into the house, heading straight for the bedroom, 

A bunch of paparazzi followed, cameras in hand. 

The bedroom was dark, but as the door swung open, there were sounds of a woman’s moans and a man’s grunts. 

Beatrice was secretly thrilled. She didn’t expect to catch them red–handed. 

She quickly turned on the lights, and the people inside seemed startled by the noise. 

As the room lit up, it was clear there was a couple in the middle of a steamy session. 

Frightened, they reflexively covered themselves up. The room was a mess, with adult toys scattered everywhere, clear evidence of a wild night. 

But Beatrice froze, struck dumb as if by lightning. 

Because the woman on the bed wasn’t Agnes. 

It was, in fact, Laura!! 

Laura, seeing Beatrice, was equally shocked and blurted out, “What are you doing here?!” 

Beatrice snapped back to reality. Her eyes were red as she pointed to the man beside Laura, “Mom! How could you?! Dad’s in the hospital, and who’s this stranger?! Who the hell is he?” 

Laura quickly tried to explain, “Beatrice, let me explain!!” 

Just then, the paparazzi barged in. 

They started snapping away at the couple on the bed, the room lit up by camera flashes. 

Laura, humiliated and angry, shouted, “Get out, all of you get out!” 

Beatrice came to her senses and turned to shield Laura, yelling at the paparazzi, “Who the hell sent you here?! How dare you set me up!! Stop taking pictures, did you hear me, stop!!” 

The man had gotten up, wrapped in a sheet, looking furious. He demanded of Laura, “What the hell is going on, Laura?” 

Pointing at Beatrice, he said, “This is your precious daughter?” 

“Berlin, let me explain, it’s not what you think.” 

But Berlin brushed off Laura, picking up his clothes from the floor and going into the adjacent room to dress. 

He then strode over to Laura, glanced at everyone, “Clean up this mess, Laura. I don’t want to see any unpleasant headlines tomorrow.” 

Laura quickly reassured him, “Don’t worry, there won’t be any such news.” 

Berlin snorted and left the room, looking pissed. 

Berlin was infamous in their social circle, a well–known playboy. 

Every now and then, he’d make headlines in the entertainment section. 

But Laura couldn’t just let her reputation take a hit. 

Furious, Laura pointed at the paparazzi, “Who the hell are you, who sent you to ruin me?” 

The paparazzi stayed silent, lining up on either side of the room. 

“Ms. Laura, it was me.”