Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1155

Agnes knew she was stepping into dangerous waters. She couldn't just rush in, guns blazing. For now, all she could do was hash things out with Jarvis and figure out a plan. Throughout the journey, one question haunted Agnes: Should she tell Reggie right away?

Losing Sean had already knocked the wind out of Reggie's sails. And now, Phoenix seemed like a shadow of his former self. If Reggie found out everything was linked to Kearney, and that Kearney might even be gunning for him, would he be able to withstand another blow?

Agnes was torn. But deep down, she knew it was a conversation that needed to happen, sooner or later. On her own, Agnes was fighting a losing battle. The turmoil inside her was almost too much to bear. If only Jared were here with her now.

Agnes drove slowly, her mind a tangled web of thoughts, wary of causing an accident. Despite her caution, Agnes still managed to crash into a black Mercedes. At first, Agnes thought it was her own carelessness that led to the collision. But as she came to her senses, she realized the car had deliberately blocked her path.

Before Agnes could make heads or tails of the situation, four men dressed in black emerged from the Mercedes. Their faces seemed eerily familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before. It didn't take long for them to pry her car door open. One of them said, “Miss Septima, Mr. Kearney requests your presence.”

Mr. Kearney? Kearney? A shiver ran down Agnes's spine. Why now? And in such a manner? Agnes tried to keep her composure. “What does Kearney want with me?” she asked.

“That's beyond us. Mr. Kearney probably wants to have a chat over coffee,” replied the men, their demeanor surprisingly respectful. Agnes made a last-ditch attempt, “Well, thank Kearney for the invitation, but I've got plans today. Maybe some other time?”

“Miss Septima, given your status, let's not make this hard. It wouldn't be dignified for either of us.” Agnes realized there was no escaping this predicament. Rather than being coerced, she chose to follow them willingly. But what she didn't expect was for her phone to be confiscated the moment she got into their car.

Without resisting, Agnes watched as the car sped along the highway, clueless about her destination. Eventually, they transferred to a helicopter. It didn't take long for Agnes to learn where they were heading: to the secluded island villa at Lake Thousand Islands, the place Phoenix now called home.

Upon landing, Agnes was escorted directly inside by the men in black. The butler, Bain, was surprised to see her. “Miss Septima, here to visit Ms. Phoenix again?”

Agnes inquired, “How's Phoenix?” “Ms. Phoenix has been in good spirits these past few days, though she's become quite sleepy, spending most of the day in bed,” Bain informed her. Agnes felt her worries were perhaps unfounded. After all, Kearney wouldn't harm Phoenix, would he?

“And Kearney?” Agnes's tone was colder than usual. Even the butler was taken aback. Agnes had always referred to Kearney with respect, but now she simply used his name. “Mr. Kearney hasn't been here today,” said the butler.

One of the men in black interjected, “Mr. Kearney will arrive tonight. Miss Septima, please wait here and keep Ms. Phoenix company.” The men quickly made their exit, leaving Agnes on the island with just the butler and a few housekeepers.