Ryder strolled over, eyed Agnes and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Caught off guard. Agnes stammered, “It’s a long story”
The butler inquired, “Mr. Ryder, do you know them?”
Ryder pointed at Agnes and said, “She’s a friend”
He then glanced at Jenny and declared casually, “Don’t know this one though”
The butler got the drift immediately, and his attitude towards Agnes changed, “Since you’re a friend of Mr. Ryder, you can go in. But as for you, miss, without an invitation, you need to leave. If you try to sneak in over the wall again, we’ll call the cops.”
Jenny got kicked out.
Standing outside the Whitfield family mansion, Jenny was fuming. She couldn’t believe that Agnes had somehow gotten in with Ryder. Inside, it was all glitz and glamour, but she had got no part in it!
Ryder took one look at Agnes‘ arm and said, “You’re hurt. Let me get you some ointment.”
Agnes looked down and saw that she has scratched her arm on some roses when she jumped down.
Agnes insisted, “It’s fine, I should go.”
But Ryder had other plans, he grabbed her hand and stated, Come with me.”
And just like that, Agnes got dragged into the Whitfield family’s mansion.
Once inside, Agnes was blown away. The mansion was enormous. The ground floor alone was like a huge ballroom full of elegant people. It overflowed with champagne, crystal chandeliers casting light like cascading tassels, with guests everywhere, laughing and chatting.
Looking around, Agnes couldn’t help but be astounded.
The Pritchard family’s mansion was also grand, but compared to this, it seemed a bit behind the times. It was like being in a palace, so dazzling.
Ryder escorted Agnes up in the elevator to avoid the crowd in the main hall.
On their way up, Agnes tentatively asked, “Is Jared here today too?”
Ryder glanced at Agnes, “Why? You’re interested in taking up the position of Mrs. Whitfield’s too?”
Agnes quickly chuckled, “No, I was just curious. Everyone’s saying your family is looking for a wife for Jared today, I just wanted to see who he ends up choosing?”
Ryder coolly responded, “He won’t choose any of them. He already has someone he likes; he has liked her for many years now.”
Hearing this, Agnes felt a sting in her heart. She thought to herself, “Jared already has someone he likes? Then why did he want to marry me?”
Ryder led Agnes to a room and said, “Wait here, I’ll find you some clothes. There are many guests at the Whitfield Manor today, but this is the quietest place. No one will come in.”
Agnes nodded, “Thank you.”
Ryder left, and Agnes entered the room.
It looked like a bedroom, simple but tastefully decorated. The color scheme of black, white, and grey reminded her a bit of Jared’s style.
One side of the room had a large floor–to–ceiling window. From the side of the bed, she could clearly see the bustling scene in the hall below.
Sure enough, it was a gathering of the who’s who, everyone showing off their stuff.
Agnes spotted a few familiar faces, Yolanda, Cecile, even her dad and Beatrice.
Suddenly, Agnes felt a pang of regret. She really shouldn’t have come in; plus, she was not that close with Ryder.
In this unfamiliar room, Agnes didn’t dare to touch anything. She just stood by the bed, quietly looking out the window.
Not long after, she heard some noise at the door. Agnes thought it was Ryder returning, but when she turned around. She was shocked to see Jared standing in the doorway!