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 taken aback.

when Beatrice saw Jared treating Agnes

these circumstances, couldn’t he just go

hoot anymore. She had already made the toast, whether he

“I’ve done my part, Mr.

glass. The

her. He said coolly, “You have

were many actresses who toasted earlier, and they

didn’t seem to be looking out for them.

the neck. Was he trying to make everyone figure

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

a

drink, and Agnes returned to

emotions on everyone’s faces envy, jealousy, but mostly confusion, but Agnes

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

watched as Jared downed one drink