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

seemed

when Beatrice saw Jared treating Agnes like this,

circumstances, couldn’t he just

anymore. She had already made the toast, whether he drank it was

flat out said, “I’ve done my part, Mr. Whitfield. The ball’s in your

The moment the glass touched her lips,

glass from her. He said coolly, “You have a shoot tomorrow, better

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

Whitfield didn’t seem to be looking out

This guy was a real pain in the neck. Was he trying to make everyone figure out

towards Agnes was indeed different, just like at Tim’s birthday bash. Beatrice started to suspect that there

no choice, Agnes grabbed a

downed his drink, and Agnes returned to her

jealousy, but mostly confusion, but

quickly forgot about it as the actresses continued to propose toasts to

She watched as Jared downed