Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1197

Agnes decided it was best to stop dwelling on it.

Unexpectedly, when Agnes was leaving work that day, she found herself in the midst of a crowd gathered at the entrance of the TV station. It was so packed, Agnes could hardly make her way out. She grabbed a former colleague from the News Department and asked, "What's going on here?"

"Agnes, look! That's Mrs. Wilson's luxury car. Why do you think Mrs. Wilson would park her car here? Seems like she's waiting for someone," her colleague replied, bubbling with curiosity.

A sudden chill ran down Agnes's spine. Then, amidst the excited shrieks of the crowd: "There's Mrs. Wilson, looking so young and beautiful."

Agnes's gaze locked with another's from across the way. At first, all she could make out was a silhouette. She couldn't see clearly. But now, Jenny was only a few meters away, getting closer. And finally, Agnes could see her face clearly.

Jenny hadn't changed much in appearance, but the aura she radiated was worlds apart from before. Previously, she always seemed a bit timid, like a fragile vine needing the shelter of a large tree, adept at winning people over with her vulnerable appearance. But now, she exuded elegance and intellect. The jewelry she wore was worth a small fortune, yet she didn't flaunt it. From the inside out, she radiated the grace of a well-bred lady.

Agnes couldn't quite put her finger on what was different about her. But as Jenny approached, it hit her. It was her expression. Her facial features conveyed a refined elegance. The curve of her lips seemed precisely measured, exuding warmth yet retaining a dignified distance, like a noble swan by nature.

Agnes caught snippets of hushed conversations around her. "Mrs. Wilson is so stunning, no wonder she captured the heart of a global media mogul." "Such a refined air, she must come from an illustrious family." "People born with a silver spoon just exude this inherent elegance and superiority. I'm so envious." "It's unfair, really. Some people are born at the finish line, destined for a life set on the highest difficulty."

Of course, there were dissenting voices in the crowd. "Don't be fooled by her looks. She could be a cunning manipulator behind that innocent facade. Haven't you seen how she deals with Mr. Wilson's children? It's like watching a high-stakes drama unfold. With a mind like hers, who knows what she's capable of?" "Yeah, Mr. Wilson is a legend, sure, but he's in his eighties, and she looks barely in her twenties. Marrying an old man like that, her motives couldn't be more obvious."

As Jenny drew nearer, those whispers naturally died down. Regardless of who she was, no one dared gossip openly in her presence. And with four bodyguards by her side, clearing a path for her through the crowd, the onlookers quickly parted ways.

Finally, Jenny made her way directly to Agnes. A sinking feeling took hold of Agnes. Perhaps Amelia was right. Jenny's return wasn't unrelated to her after all. Everyone around them watched Agnes with curious eyes, whispering among themselves, wondering if Ms. Pritchard knew Mrs. Wilson.

Jenny finally stood before Agnes and spoke, "Agnes, long time no see. How about we catch up over dinner?"