Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 23

Agnes was at a loss for words. She didn’t want to argue with Jenny, she just said coolly, “Let’s jet, we

can’t get in anyway.”

The taxi had already left, so they had to fobt it to find another one.

Jenny, on the other hand, was fuming. The invite was indeed a fake, a replica of Yolanda’s that Jenny

had sneakily snapped a pic of and had duplicated.

She thought she could bluff her way in but got busted way too easily. And Agnes saw it all

Agnes wanted to bail, but Jenny was hell–bent on getting in. “I did this for the club. We’re already here,

and I can’t just walk away. I have to get us in.” Agnes retorted, “And how do you plan on doing that

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Jenny pointed to a big tree in the corner of the outer wall and said, “We could scale the wall.”

Agnes snapped, “Are you out of your mind? There are cameras here, what if we get caught?”

Jenny countered, “I’ve checked. That tree is a blind spot for the cameras. Today, I’m meeting Jared,

and nothing you say is going to stop me, Agnes.” Agnes retorted, “Aren’t you pregnant? How are you

going to climb a tree that high?”

Jenny paused, then said, “That’s why you need to help me. If I fall, it could hurt me and Elton’s baby.

You don’t want Elton to hate you forever, do you?”

With that, Jenny was already at the corner, starting to climb the tree. Agnes wanted to wash her hands

off this madness, but climbing a tree and hopping a wall could be dangerous even for a non–pregnant

person, let alone a pregnant woman like Jenny.

Although she was reluctant, Agnes didn’t want Jenny to have an accident. Knowing Jenny’s

stubbornness, she wouldn’t give up until she got what she wanted.

Agnes walked over and climbed the tree in a few steps. She had always been agile, so climbing a tree

was a piece of cake for her.

Agnes pulled Jenny up and prepared to hop the wall first, then help Jenny. But just as she jumped

down, a dog came bounding towards her..

A big Golden Retriever knocked her over before she could get her footing, licking her face non–stop.

A dog foiled their plan.

Instantly, a bunch of black–clad bodyguards surrounded them. Jenny was still hanging from the tree,

caught by the security.

The corner of the mansion was in chaos. The butler of the Whitfield Manor was notified and hurried

over, discussing with the head of security about what to do with them. “Agnes?”

Just then, Agnes heard someone calling her name. She turned around, and it was Ryder.

Ryder looked different, dressed in a suit, his hair meticulously styled. He looked even more handsome

than usual. He emerged from the shadows, like a prince from a fairy tale appearing in real life.

When the butler saw Ryder, he respectfully addressed him as “Mr. Ryder“.

Mr. Ryder?

Both Agnes and Jenny were shocked. Though Ryder was already a big shot at Lakeside College, no

one expected him to be connected to Hillcrest City’s well–off Whitfield family.

Media reports said that Tim had a son and a daughter. The son, Jared, was born in his later years, and

the daughter, Alyssa, was 17 years older. Alyssa only had one son, but he had never been exposed to

the media, rumored to be studying abroad.

Now, with the butler addressing Ryder like that, it meant that Ryder was Alyssa’s son, Tim’s grandson,

and the only third–generation member of the Whitfield family.

It dawned on Agnes–no wonder she had felt a sense of familiarity when she first saw Ryder. Turns out,

Ryder and Jared bore a striking resemblance to each other.