Chapter 275 *Trust me, Jared, Iâll get to the bottom of this. If itâs as you said, Iâll figure out a way to give you back,â Agnes pledged.
Even though Jared insisted that Beatrice was the one who borrowed the money, Agnes knew Beatrice had no intention of repaying it. She couldnât stand Beatriceâs attitude âWe donât have to be all polite with each other, do we? Itâs just half a million, Jared brushed off.
âItâs not the same.â
âThereâs no difference. Letâs drop it for now. If it bothers you that much, we can go home and ask tonightâ
Agnes knew Jared might get mad if she insisted on refusing the money.
After thinking for a moment, she shook her head, âYou donât have to go back. Donât you go to the Whitfield Manor every Sunday?
Iâll check it out first and let you know.â
Jared agreed.
Agnes rarely went to the Whitfield Manor these days. Partly because she was really busy, and because she tried to avoid Ryder Whitfield.
She hadnât been in contact with Ryder since their farewell on the rooftop.
There were some issues that only time could resolve Agnes left Tim Tower early, surprisingly running into Beatrice in the lobby.
Spotting Agnes stepping out alone, Beatrice immediately approached and pointed at her accusingly, âAgnes, you traitor! You lived in our house for over a decade and now when weâre in trouble, youâre just sitting on your hands. Iâll make sure Dad sees you for who you truly are. Heâs felt guilty towards you all these years. This time, Iâll show him that his most beloved daughter is nothing but an ingrateâ
Agnes stepped forward, grabbing Beatriceâs arm, âIf there is a real problem at home, I wonât stand by and watch, but Jared is not your ATM. He doesnât owe you money. Give me the check.â
Agnes thought about it and decided she couldnât let Beatrice walk away with that check.
Even if half a million meant nothing to Jared, if Beatrice got away with it once, sheâd definitely keep coming back for more.
Beatrice abruptly shook off Agnesâs hand and clutched her bag with a triumphant smirk, âAgnes, it has nothing to do with you. Itâs Jaredâs gift to me, and youâre not getting it. Donât worry, Iâll be sure to thank him.â
With that, Beatrice turned on her heel and left.
Agnes knew Beatrice had been spoiled since childhood, but she never thought she could be so shameless.
Beatrice and Agnes arrived at the Pritchard family villa almost at the same time.
Agnes headed upstairs to Prestonâs study. The door was open, and Preston was on the phone.
He was pacing around the room, puffing on a cigarette Agnes could vaguely hear him mention âloanâ and âshortage of funds.â
After Preston finally hung up, Agnes knocked on the study door.
Preston looked up to see Agnes.