Beatrice said angrily, "Agnes, what gives you the right to look down on me?"
As soon as Beatrice finished speaking, she was about to hit Agnes. She had been in a foul mood all evening, and Agnes just added fuel to the fire.
Agnes blocked Beatrice's move out of habit, "Beatrice, stop always trying to hit people. Do you think you can beat me?"
Beatrice was shaking with anger, "Agnes, you... you're just insufferable..."
"Ms. Pritchard, so you're here." A deep and clear voice came from behind them.
Agnes and Beatrice turned around at the same time, and Jared stood, less than two meters away on the terrace.
When did Jared come over?
Realizing this, Beatrice quickly withdrew her hand and said in a delicate voice, "Sis, what are you doing? You're hurting my hand."
Agnes was speechless.
But Jared was slowly walking over, his eyes fixed on Beatrice.
Beatrice's heart was racing. The man in front of her was every woman's dream. His gaze made her deeply attracted to him. He was so noble and superior as if he was born to be admired.
"Mr. Whitfield..." Beatrice began, her cheeks flushing.
She was surprised that Jared knew her and came to find her. She couldn't control her joy.
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