Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1141

Phoenix's tales grew increasingly far-fetched. Yet, with each word, Agnes's sense of unease only deepened. Phoenix offered a slight smile and fell silent. However, in a fleeting moment, Agnes caught a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, which sent a chill down her spine.

Agnes stayed in the room, keeping Phoenix company, but she couldn't shake her concern about Phoenix's condition. It seemed as though Phoenix was living halfway between reality and her own fantasies. How much suffering does it take for someone to create two separate worlds in their mind? Agnes was unsure whether this was a positive or negative development.

In an attempt to gather more information, Agnes asked, "Phoenix, during your time at the Albert’s Arms, have you ever heard of someone called Mr. X?" It was merely a probing question; she didn't expect a definitive answer. Yet, Phoenix furrowed her brow slightly and replied, "That's Sean."

Agnes was completely taken aback. What did she mean by Sean? In a low voice, Phoenix explained, "At the Albert’s Arms, we sometimes use initials for convenience. Sean is X, Kearney is L, I'm F, and Nate is Z, much like Nighthawk, whose name carries a bit more weight in our circles."

The mention of Sean seemed to ignite a flicker of curiosity in Phoenix. She asked, "Why are you asking about this?" Agnes's mind raced, but she was still bewildered. How could Mr. X be Sean? Valeria had mentioned discovering emails between Berlin's subordinates and Mr. X. That would suggest it was the boss. But how could it be him? None of it added up.

As Agnes was lost in thought, a knock on the door brought her back to the present. Both Agnes and Phoenix turned to see Kearney standing at the doorway. Phoenix showed no particular reaction, merely glancing over before turning away, as if retreating back into her own world of silence.

Seeing Kearney, Agnes was inexplicably startled, then stood up to greet him, "Kearney." Kearney's lips curved into a gentle smile, his demeanor as serene as jade, his eyes crinkling into a line behind his glasses. He said, "Septima, I heard you were here, so I came to check on you."

Agnes smiled, "Do you visit often, Kearney?" She knew that since the incident, the Albert’s Arms had suffered a significant blow. Reggie wasn't even fully recovered yet. Now, the one truly at the helm of the Albert’s Arms was Kearney. Yet, Kearney seemed more than capable, managing everything smoothly, even handling affairs on the island.

Kearney replied, "I come when I can. With both godfather and Phoenix here, I naturally need to be more attentive." Agnes chuckled, "Kearney, you've been really busy these days. It must have been tough." Kearney's voice remained calm, "It's been hard, sure, but thankfully, Naylor's been striving hard and has taken a lot off my shoulders recently. I hope he can stand on his own soon. That way, I can confidently leave the Albert’s Arms in his hands."

Agnes looked puzzled, "Are you planning on going somewhere? You're in charge of the Albert’s Arms, and it's going well. Why say something like that?" Kearney's face bore a tired expression, "Septima, I'm tired. I yearn for a simple life. Here, there's power and influence, but it's not living under the sun. Who knows, maybe one day... I'll end up like the boss. Consider it selfishness on my part. In time, I want to wash my hands clean of the Albert’s Arms and step away."