Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 818

Although Ramona couldn’t make heads or tails of what Agnes was saying, the sheer shift in Ryder’s expression was undeniable. His normally stoic face was now a mask of arctic frost signaling that Agnes had crossed a line.

She realized that, despite Agnes being Ryder’s family, the nature of their relationship was shrouded in mystery. Ryder wasn’t the kind of man you could dismiss or disrespect, even if the familial ties demanded a certain leniency. And there they were, mere journalists amidst a sea of high rolling sponsors, rubbing elbows with the kind of people they couldn’t afford to piss off

Panicked, Ramona rushed to steady a tottering Agnes, pleading. ‘Boss, you’re wasted How about we call it a night with the drinks, huh?”

reason, shrugging off Ramona’s helping hand and discarding her glass in favor of a half empty bottle of whiskey She staggered toward Ryder, words slurring heavily Ryder, you’re no cutthroat businessman

Ryder, attempting to strip him of his suit. “Take off the jacket! You gotta ditch the suit, throw on some scrubs. Agnes was clearly in the throes of a

aghast, as she made a grab for Ryder’s clothes. Ryder, face an impassive sheet of ice, didn’t push her away, his stance almost permissive

antics

before she could get any further with her undressing endeavor Ramona knew that

about this… We had no idea our

Til take her home,” he said pulling Agnes away from

to protest but was silenced by a tug on his sleeve from Ramona. After all, Ryder was