Agnes froze on the spot.
It was because Kearney usually called her Septima, but today, he unexpectedly called her by her real name.
Agnes quickly replied, "Nothing much, I just mistook him for someone else. Let's go."
Kearney gave a light chuckle, his demeanor as elegant as ever.
His voice was incredibly soft, "Alright, let's head out."
Agnes and Kearney turned around and left together.
Having taken just a few steps, Agnes felt her knees give way.
Facing Jared really took all the courage she had.
From the moment she saw Jared, she felt like a tightly pulled string.
With every step closer to him, the string was pulled even tighter.
Luckily, she used to be an actress four years ago.
This might have been her best performance yet.
But when Jared coldly asked, "Who are you?", Agnes admitted, she couldn't keep up the act any longer.
No matter how good her acting skills were, they were nothing compared to Jared.
In this showdown, she gave it everything she had, only to be taken down by Jared's brief words.
If it weren't for Kearney's timely appearance, Agnes didn't think she could've kept acting.
After turning around, Agnes felt as if the tight string had finally snapped.
Her whole body was trembling.
Her hands and feet were cold and almost powerless.
She didn't even have the strength to keep walking.
After a couple of steps, her legs wobbled, and she could only lean on her luggage cart.
Kearney instantly noticed her condition.
After seeing that man, Agnes looked like she had lost her soul.
She noticed that her legs were trembling slightly, as if she couldn't walk anymore.
Kearney stretched out his hand, wrapping his arm around Agnes's and said, "Hang in there, he's still watching you."
Kearney's words reminded Agnes.
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