Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 89

Agnes just wanted to wolf down her grub in peace. She was just hoping to fly under the radar.

Then she glanced up at Ivan, the corners of his mouth upturned in a slight smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

I was clear as day he was waiting for the fireworks to start. So, this was his game.

With one line, Ivan had managed to throw Agnes into the spotlight.

Agnes was stuck She had no choice but to grab her glass, get up, and head over to Jared.

She sidled up to Jared and said, “Mr. Whitfield, this one’s for you.”

But before Agnes could finish her sentence, Jared just sat there, not batting an eyelid. He was always the picture of politeness when someone proposed a toast.

So why was he playing hardball when it was Agnes raising her glass?

Ivan was standing nearby, his eyes filled with amusement

else seemed

when Beatrice saw Jared treating Agnes like this, she was

steamed. Under these circumstances, couldn’t he just go with the

give a hoot anymore. She had already made the toast, whether

my part, Mr. Whitfield.

in her glass. The moment the glass touched her lips, it slipped

He said coolly, “You have a shoot tomorrow, better not drink alcohol. Have

for Agnes? There were

didn’t seem to be

pain in the neck. Was

Beatrice was green with envy Jared’s attitude towards Agnes was indeed different, just like at Tim’s birthday bash. Beatrice started to suspect that there was some hush–hush

with no choice, Agnes grabbed a soft

and Agnes returned to her

array of mixed emotions on everyone’s faces envy, jealousy, but mostly confusion, but Agnes didn’t have the energy to deal with them.

a minor hiccup. Everyone quickly forgot about it as the actresses continued to propose toasts to Jared, each more creative

the sidelines. She watched as Jared downed