Beatrice's hand balled into a tight fist.
After four years of no contact, Agnes had become so cunning.
Since she couldn't keep up her nonchalant act in front of Agnes, Beatrice didn't want to pretend anymore.
She asked directly, "You disappeared for four years, didn't you? Why come back if you disappeared? What's your game?"
Agnes' face was beaming as she casually picked up a glass of champagne from the tower and took a sip.
Then she said nonchalantly, "Take a wild guess!"
Seeing Agnes so calm and collected, Beatrice grew more uneasy.
She blurted out, "You came back for Jared, didn't you? You're divorced, Agnes. Don't forget, you're not Mrs. Whitfield anymore."
"Even though I'm not Mrs. Whitfield, you haven't made much progress these past four years, Beatrice. Why have you gone to such lengths to make yourself look just like me? Isn't it all just to catch Jared's eye? But I guess you didn't get what you wanted, seeing as Jared's about to marry your sister-in-name."
Agnes raised her eyebrows and sighed as if regretfully, "Looks like you're destined to be his sister-in-law for life."
Beatrice could hear the sarcasm in Agnes' words.
It was like a thorn in her heart.
In the past, Jared was her brother-in-law, and now he still is.
If he really marries Valeria Thomas, Agnes would be right; he might always be Beatrice's brother-in-law.
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