Chapter 453 The moment Beatrice arrived, she spotted a bunch of entertainment reporters These familiar faces were no strangers to her, all big shots in the entertainment industry.
In this circle, Beatrice had some friends, so she was quite confident about the veracity of the news, and couldnât help but feel a tad excited.
She quickly rushed over to Ben and asked, âis this scoop legit? Is Agnes really in there with her lover?â
Ben replied, âAbsolutely, this is the news in our industry We called you here because we know youâre not a fan of your sister. All of us reporters have been blacklisted by the major hotels, youâre our only hope to expose her Beatrice was shaking with excitement, âI absolutely despise that two timing woman, whatever you need me to do, Iâm game.â
Ben said with some difficulty. âWe have someone who can pick locks, but the hotel will definitely have to take responsibility for it later. Weâre just a small newspaper, and youâre a Pritchard heiress, with Agnes being the one exposed, considering your relationship, we need someone to take responsibilityâ Beatrice had long stopped caring about all of that and said, âYou guys just go ahead and pick the lock, whatever happens afterwards, Iâm willing to take the fallâ As long as she could witness Agnesâ
downfall, she was willing to pay any price.
Ben chuckled, âMiss Beatrice, youâre indeed a gutsy woman. How about you sign this liability agreement, and negotiate with the hotel later if needed, I trust this wonât be an issue for you.â
Beatrice gave it a cursory glance and signed without giving it much thought.
She knew what they were afraid of: being sued by the hotel for trespassing and damaging their reputation, and also potentially being held accountable by Agnes After all, Agnes was Mrs. Whitfield, someone had to answer for it later, and the newspaper didnât want to be that someone.
Beatrice wasnât scared, her mom Laura had lots of friends, they could definitely handle this behind the scenes.
As for Agnes, she couldnât care less. As long as the scandal was exposed, how could Agnes still hold her position as Mrs.
Whitfield.
If she didnât take responsibility, these people wouldnât dare to expose this. As long as Agnesâ affair was exposed, she didnât care about the aftermath.
After signing, Ben put away the agreement, âWith your determination, we feel much more reassured.â
âCut the crap, when are we going to expose her?â
âWe can do it right now!
âWhich room?â
âPresidential Suite 8888â
Beatrice commanded, âWhat are you waiting for then, I donât want to wait a minute longer, letâs go now.â
Beatrice led the way, a bunch of reporters followed, all equipped with their gear.
There were no other occupants on the floor of the Presidential Suite, the entire hallway was extremely quiet. Ben and the others were prepared and disguised themselves as cleaning staff.
As such, they successfully avoided the hallway cameras.
They arrived at the door of the room.
Beatrice, shaking with anticipation, said, âQuick, get in there!â
âMiss, donât rush. We need some time to unlock this door.â
At that moment, a man stepped forward, pulled out a device that looked like a multimeter, and connected it to the electronic lock.
Beatrice chuckled, âYour newspaper really is full of talented people, you even know how to pick an electronic lock?â
Ben laughed, âYouâre too kind, Miss, weâre just trying to make a living.â
Beatrice, with an air of arrogance, said, âRest assured, once this is over, there will be rewards for all of you!â
âThank you, Miss The lock made a few beeping sounds.
The man put away his multimeter, âThe doorâs open.â
Beatrice could no longer control her excitement and flung open the door and rushed in...