Chapter 23 Agnes was at a loss for words. She didnât want to argue with Jenny, she just said coolly, âLetâs jet, we canât get in anyway.â
The taxi had already left, so they had to fobt it to find another one.
Jenny, on the other hand, was fuming. The invite was indeed a fake, a replica of Yolandaâs that Jenny had sneakily snapped a pic of and had duplicated.
She thought she could bluff her way in but got busted way too easily. And Agnes saw it all Agnes wanted to bail, but Jenny was hellâbent on getting in. âI did this for the club. Weâre already here, and I canât just walk away. I have to get us in.â Agnes retorted, âAnd how do you plan on doing that without an invite?â
Jenny pointed to a big tree in the corner of the outer wall and said, âWe could scale the wall.â
Agnes snapped, âAre you out of your mind? There are cameras here, what if we get caught?â
Jenny countered, âIâve checked. That tree is a blind spot for the cameras. Today, Iâm meeting Jared, and nothing you say is going to stop me, Agnes.â Agnes retorted, âArenât you pregnant? How are you going to climb a tree that high?â
Jenny paused, then said, âThatâs why you need to help me. If I fall, it could hurt me and Eltonâs baby. You donât want Elton to hate you forever, do you?â
With that, Jenny was already at the corner, starting to climb the tree. Agnes wanted to wash her hands off this madness, but climbing a tree and hopping a wall could be dangerous even for a nonâpregnant person, let alone a pregnant woman like Jenny.
Although she was reluctant, Agnes didnât want Jenny to have an accident. Knowing Jennyâs stubbornness, she wouldnât give up until she got what she wanted.
Agnes walked over and climbed the tree in a few steps. She had always been agile, so climbing a tree was a piece of cake for her.
Agnes pulled Jenny up and prepared to hop the wall first, then help Jenny. But just as she jumped down, a dog came bounding towards her..
A big Golden Retriever knocked her over before she could get her footing, licking her face nonâstop.
A dog foiled their plan.
Instantly, a bunch of blackâclad bodyguards surrounded them. Jenny was still hanging from the tree, caught by the security.
The corner of the mansion was in chaos. The butler of the Whitfield Manor was notified and hurried over, discussing with the head of security about what to do with them. âAgnes?â
Just then, Agnes heard someone calling her name. She turned around, and it was Ryder.
Ryder looked different, dressed in a suit, his hair meticulously styled. He looked even more handsome than usual. He emerged from the shadows, like a prince from a fairy tale appearing in real life.
When the butler saw Ryder, he respectfully addressed him as âMr. Ryderâ.
Mr. Ryder?
Both Agnes and Jenny were shocked. Though Ryder was already a big shot at Lakeside College, no one expected him to be connected to Hillcrest Cityâs wellâoff Whitfield family.
Media reports said that Tim had a son and a daughter. The son, Jared, was born in his later years, and the daughter, Alyssa, was 17 years older. Alyssa only had one son, but he had never been exposed to the media, rumored to be studying abroad.
Now, with the butler addressing Ryder like that, it meant that Ryder was Alyssaâs son, Timâs grandson, and the only thirdâ
generation member of the Whitfield family.
It dawned on Agnesâno wonder she had felt a sense of familiarity when she first saw Ryder. Turns out, Ryder and Jared bore a striking resemblance to each other.