Chapter 635 Beatrice couldnât have predicted Agnes would be so smart after four years.
Agnes laid bare all her intentions.
Yup, Sharon committed suicide because she was sent those pictures.
Because Beatrice knew Sharon had a case of the blues.
She was always so uptight about her image in the showbiz.
The thing that could hit her where it hurts was her painful past.
Her goal was to use Sharon to crash Jared and Valeriaâs engagement party.
She didnât think about pinning it on Agnes initially.
But after Sharon bumped herself off, her agent called âthe cops.
The police eventually found the threat letter and pictures at Sharonâs place.
Although the whole thing hadnât been aired in public yet.
But whether itâs the police or Jared, they would definitely sniff it out.
Thatâs when Beatrice thought about framing Agnes.
Wasnât Sharon Jaredâs main squeeze?
Wasnât Agnes his sweetheart?
Then let his two beloved women hurt each other, so that she could benefit from their conflict.
Beatrice knew a lot of stuff went down recently.
Jared suddenly had a kid.
She also knew that Agnes hadnât been back to the Pritchard familyâs mansion lately.
So she took the chance to sneak the pictures in, planning to stage a burglary, bring in the cops, and then expose these photos to stir up trouble.
Beatrice thought her plan was bulletproof.
But she didnât expect to be caught redâhanded by Agnes.
Beatrice was a bit flustered, but she definitely wouldnât admit it.
Beatrice started, âAgnes, donât go pointing fingers. I just came to check things out. These photos were just what I found from your drawer, you canât frame me.â
Agnes scoffed, âThen what were the gloves for during the day? Afraid of leaving fingerprints?â
âI like wearing gloves, okay?â
Agnes didnât have the patience to argue with her. She pointed at the corner, saying, âI forgot to tell you, my room is under surveillance. From the moment you stepped in, everything you did was recorded. Maybe I should call the police now and let them check who brought these stuff.â
Agnes picked up her phone, ready to dial the number.
âStop!â Beatrice suddenly cried out.
She didnât expect Agnes to have surveillance in her room.
If the cops come, sheâs toast.
Including her disguise, her perfect image she had been crafting for the past four years.
Jared was always disgusted by her character. She pretended to have amnesia these years and Jaredâs attitude towards her changed a bit.
If he knew about her deeds, sheâs really done for.
Beatrice went over and grabbed Agnesâ hand. âAgnes, donât call the cops. I admit Iâm no match for you. Do whatever you want with me, just donât involve the police. Iâve made a good amount of money over the years. I can give you a bunch. Anything you need, I can provide.â
Agnes chuckled, âYou think Iâm short on cash?â
Agnes was back now, she had all the wealth of the Pritchard family.
She also had shares in the Starlight International Group, Agnes surely wasnât short on cash.
Beatrice said, âI can give you whatever you want.â
Now Beatrice was at a disadvantage. Although she was fuming inside, wishing to get rid of the person in front of her at once, she still had to play nice on the surface.
Agnes frowned slightly, silent for a few seconds, as if thinking about something.
âBeatrice, I might consider letting you off the hook if you can get something from your mother for me. Then we can pretend today never happened.â