Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 275

Chapter 275

*Trust me, Jared, I’ll get to the bottom of this. If it’s as you said, I’ll figure out a way to give you back,” Agnes

pledged.

Even though Jared insisted that Beatrice was the one who borrowed the money, Agnes knew Beatrice had no

intention of repaying it. She couldn’t stand Beatrice’s

attitude

“We don’t have to be all polite with each other, do we? It’s just half a million, Jared brushed off.

“It’s not the same.”

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“There’s no difference. Let’s drop it for now. If it bothers you that much, we can go home and ask tonight”

Agnes knew Jared might get mad if she insisted on refusing the money.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head, “You don’t have to go back. Don’t you go to the Whitfield Manor

every Sunday? I’ll check it out first and let you

know.”

Jared agreed.

Agnes rarely went to the Whitfield Manor these days. Partly because she was really busy, and because she tried to

avoid Ryder Whitfield.

She hadn’t been in contact with Ryder since their farewell on the rooftop.

There were some issues that only time could resolve

Agnes left Tim Tower early, surprisingly running into Beatrice in the lobby.

Spotting Agnes stepping out alone, Beatrice immediately approached and pointed at her accusingly, “Agnes, you

traitor! You lived in our house for over a decade and now when we’re in trouble, you’re just sitting on your hands.

I’ll make sure Dad sees you for who you truly are. He’s felt guilty towards you all these years. This time, I’ll show

him that his most beloved daughter is nothing but an ingrate”

Agnes stepped forward, grabbing Beatrice’s arm, “If there is a real problem at home, I won’t stand by and watch,

but Jared is not your ATM. He doesn’t owe you money. Give me the check.”

Agnes thought about it and decided she couldn’t let Beatrice walk away with that check.

Even if half a million meant nothing to Jared, if Beatrice got away with it once, she’d definitely keep coming back for

more.

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Beatrice abruptly shook off Agnes’s hand and clutched her bag with a triumphant smirk, “Agnes, it has nothing to do

with you. It’s Jared’s gift to me, and you’re not getting it. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to thank him.”

With that, Beatrice turned on her heel and left.

Agnes knew Beatrice had been spoiled since childhood, but she never thought she could be so shameless.

Beatrice and Agnes arrived at the Pritchard family villa almost at the same time.

Agnes headed upstairs to Preston’s study. The door was open, and Preston was on the phone.

He was pacing around the room, puffing on a cigarette

Agnes could vaguely hear him mention “loan” and ‘shortage of funds.”

After Preston finally hung up, Agnes knocked on the study door.

Preston looked up to see Agnes.