Not knowing if it was Agnes' illusion, but Agnes always felt like Jared's words were meant for her.
Seeing Agnes staring intently at Jared, Justin waved his hand in front of her face: "Don't tell me you're crushing on him like all the other girls. You think his face is prettier than mine?"
Agnes reacted, and her intuition told her that she couldn't stay here for too long. She quickly gathered her stuff, planning to leave. But Jared was surrounded by a group of people blocking the door.
Agnes squeezed out a slit from the very edge, lowered her head and kept saying, "Excuse me, excuse me."
Finally managing to escape the studio, Agnes let out a sigh of relief.
All she needed to do was to disappear from Jared's sight.
Don't see me... don't see me... don't see me... Agnes hypnotized herself.
"Ms. Pritchard." A deep, clear male voice came from behind her.
Hearing that voice, Agnes could feel her heart racing.
But her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and she stopped.
Turning around, Agnes awkwardly asked, "Mr. Whitfield, did you call me?"
Even though she didn't do anything wrong, she felt guilty whenever she saw Jared's face.
Feeling like she had wronged him, all eyes were on her now.
She could feel the icy, dagger-like stares from the other women.
Jared started walking towards her at a leisurely pace.
With every step Jared took, Agnes's heart felt like it was hanging by a thread.
She couldn't figure out what Jared was up to, even Justin came over, standing by the side with a thoughtful expression on his face.
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