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

Agnes like this, she was tickled

couldn’t he just go with the flow and act normally?

give a hoot anymore. She had already made the toast, whether he drank it was his problem.

“I’ve done my part, Mr. Whitfield. The ball’s in your court now.”

wine in her glass. The moment the glass touched her

have a shoot tomorrow, better not

for Agnes? There were many actresses who toasted earlier, and they all had work the next

didn’t seem to be looking

real pain in the neck. Was he

like at Tim’s

choice, Agnes grabbed a

downed his drink, and Agnes

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

as the actresses continued to propose toasts to Jared,

sidelines. She watched as Jared