Agnes tried to lighten the awkward mood with a joking tone, but Jared didn’t seem to be buying it.
His face looked even worse after Agnes finished speaking.
Yet, he remained silent, he just stared at Agnes with a cold gaze, making her feel uneasy.
Agnes had no idea what to say. She could only slowly back away.
She hadn't gotten far when Jared grabbed her arm again, "Agnes, what the hell are you up to?”
The coldness in Jared's voice was still there, Agnes could hear the hidden anger in his voice.
Agnes already had an explanation prepared, "Actually, I came back to get my ID."
She had thought out the worst-case scenario in the car.
If Jared found her before she found Nocturne, she'd have to find an excuse and get away as soon as possible.
She had thought of this excuse a long time ago.
Four years ago, when Beatrice hit her with her car, it was Reggie Albert who saved her life and took her away directly.
She then flew directly to Manhattan on a private jet. She didn't take a single thing from here, including her ID.
It was still in the drawer by the bed at Maplewood Manor.
For all these years, Agnes had been living in Manhattan under another identity.
Even she found this excuse a bit far-fetched, but it was her only option now.
Jared's face darkened even more. He asked coldly, "What do you need the ID for?"
"I didn't need it while I was in Manhattan, but now that I'm back, it's inconvenient without it." Agnes answered.
She had to make herself appear confident, that was the only way she could dispel Jared's doubts.
But Jared only smirked sarcastically, "Do you even remember your name is Agnes?"
Agnes understood what Jared meant, especially the anger and disdain in his eyes.
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