Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 22

In the photo, both the boy and the girl looked young. The boy had his arm around the girl’s shoulder,

his smile bright and handsome.

Agnes wasn’t a fan of taking pictures, and this photo was only taken after Elton relentlessly begged her

for one. They snapped two photos.

Both kept the photo in their wallets, always carrying it with them.

After that incident, Agnes tore her copy of the photo. She never expected Elton’s copy to end up in

Jenny’s hands.

Agnes was heartbroken.

“Give it to me!” Agnes demanded.

Jenny laughed, “I’ll give you back the photo. Right now, my photo with Elton is in his wallet. As long as

you go with me tonight and help me persuade Jared to do the interview, I’ll return your photo.”

In the end, Agnes caved, only because the photo was in Jenny’s hands, which disgusted her.

Jenny was chuffed to bits and laughed, “You go get the equipment ready. We better get that interview

with Jared tonight. Even if we can’t, we can still shoot the Whitfield family’s carefully arranged blind

date banquet. That’s news too.”

Jenny had two reasons for bringing Agnes along. One, to confirm if Agnes and Jared had anything

going on. Another reason was that Jenny knew her influence alone wasn’t enough to persuade Jared

to do the interview, but Agnes was different. As a socialite of Willowbrook Town and a former intern at

Jared’s company, she would be able to convince him.

If Jenny could score an exclusive interview with Jared, she could win the approval of the Taylor family.

That was her goal.

When Agnes came over with the equipment, Jenny had already changed her clothes and was waiting

in the taxi.

Jenny put on a fishtail evening dress and delicate makeup. She was naturally beautiful, but she looked

even more stunning with makeup.

In comparison, Agnes‘ outfit was much simpler.

Jenny glanced at Agnes and said, “Get in.”

The car traveled along the road; it was already dark by the time they reached Whitfield Manor.

The Whitfield Manor was located downtown. It had a combination of various architectural styles. The

main villa was a white, single–family house hidden amongst lush trees. The Manor was glitzy and

brightly lit, a luxurious palace. Two black–clad guards were at the entrance, and guests needed to

show their invites to get in.

Agnes and Jenny were the only ones who came by taxi, so they had to get off and walk to the

entrance.

When Jenny produced the invite, the guard glanced at it and said, “This invite is fake, miss. Please go

back.”

Jenny objected, “How can it be? I was invited by your master. Why would you say my invite is fake?”

While Jenny was arguing with the guard, Agnes picked up the invite and looked at it, “This is indeed Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

fake. A genuine Whitfield family invite has a distinctive mark from Tim in the lower–right corner. Yours

doesn’t.”

She had seen the real invite before.

Jenny turned to Agnes, “You knew all along, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Did you intentionally set

me up for embarrassment?”