Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 817

It wasn't until later that Agnes had an epiphany. Why had Ryder made such a point of introducing her to everyone, and then introducing each one of them to her?

She was just a humble journalist, yet there she was, suddenly thrust into the limelight as if she were the star of the show.

A twinge of discomfort settled in Agnes' stomach.

During the dinner, she tried her best to remain silent, focusing solely on navigating her way through the meal.

The others were deep in conversation about business developments and market prospects.

Agnes just let their words wash over her, barely registering. But even as she tried to blend into the background, it was as if the others wouldn't allow her to fade away.

Midway through the dinner, the project leads and managers started to take turns toasting her.

It was highly unusual. These were men and women of stature, not given to lowering their shields so casually.

Agnes didn't want to drink, and she knew her limits—both in consumption and behavior.

Past embarrassments, fueled by alcohol, were lessons she didn't care to repeat.

But these folks were silver-tongued, persuading her with ease.

With a few choice words, they left her cornered, with no graceful way to decline.

Ben and the others were already tipsy, unable to come to her aid even if they wanted to.

Involuntarily, Agnes' gaze sought Ryder.

He knew she didn't drink. Yet there he was, leisurely enjoying his meal and wine, seemingly oblivious to her plight.

Agnes sighed inwardly. It was naive to think Ryder would help her.