Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 888

Berlin and Laura had taken him from her, and now Berlin was walking free after only six years behind

bars. It was a cruel joke, a mockery of everything her father had taught her about right and wrong.

As the figure she'd spotted earlier slipped into a room, Agnes didn't hesitate. She followed, her heart

pounding with a mix of dread and determination. Bursting into the room, she found herself in the middle

of a corporate boardroom, men and women in suits turning to stare at her unexpected intrusion. At the

head of the table sat Berlin, the man she despised more than anyone else in the world.

Berlin's face blanched when he saw Agnes. He stood up abruptly, his reaction betraying his surprise.

A man finally broke the silence, "Which department are you from? We're in the middle of some big

league discussions, lady! Who let you in?"

But Agnes barely heard them. Her gaze was fixed on Berlin, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.

The room was a whirlwind of confusion, but she pushed it all away, focusing on the man in front of her. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Berlin finally addressed the situation, "Let's wind up for today, guys. Time for a break."

To everyone's amazement, they all complied. After all, Berlin was the newly crowned Deputy General

Manager. Respect for rank tends to do that.

As the room emptied, leaving only the two of them, the tension was palpable.

Agnes spoke first, her voice low and controlled. "How are you out? You belong in a cell, Berlin."

Berlin's laugh was a sound she'd never forget—a mixture of arrogance and scorn. "My dear girl, I was

set free. Laura took the fall, and I was exonerated. Your father's death is on her now, not me."

The words hit Agnes like a slap in the face. "Innocent? You're anything but! You conspired with Laura to

kill my dad. You're a murderer, and you deserve to rot for what you've done."

Berlin's smirk only widened. "Then go ahead and sue me again. Without new evidence and with Laura

bearing the blame, you're just a little girl out of her depth."

Agnes' breath came fast and furious. "I won't let you get away with this. You took my father's life, and I'll

make sure you pay for it."

Berlin appeared indifferent. "Your dad met his fate because his daughter couldn't protect him,” he

scoffed, “unlike mine. Think you can take her on?"

Agnes recalled Valeria’s dismissive attitude towards her father, Berlin. It was Valeria, deceitful as ever,

who’d engineered Berlin's escape.

Valeria had been full of bravado, asserting that she considered her father responsible for his actions

and wouldn’t intervene. Clearly, those words were a sham intended to dull Agnes' vigilance.

Fatigue washed over Agnes, her temples throbbing.

What could she do with this monster, Berlin?

Call the cops? Not when the monster in question had been legally acquitted.

He was loathsome, and yet, the law was on his side.

Agnes leveled a steely gaze at Berlin, "I'll have you know, I'm coming after you."