Agnes' Awakening: From Zero to His Whole World novel Chapter 334

Agnes flashed her dimples.

"No worries. I'm the forgiving type."

Vivian addressed the crowd.

"Everyone, this was clearly a misunderstanding. Let's not let it ruin the evening.

"Please, carry on."

Then, right in front of Agnes and Carmen, she turned to Tiffany with gentle concern.

"Tiffany, as long as you're okay. Just be more careful next time, all right?"

Vivian played peacemaker, smoothing over the scene with practiced ease.

Once things calmed down, she approached Agnes.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Sinclair. Tiffany must have panicked and said things she didn't mean.

"Please don't take it to heart. She's my friend—let me apologize on her behalf."

Agnes smiled. "Ms. Brogdon, you said it yourself. A misunderstanding. All cleared up now."

Vivian said, "Then we'll leave you to your evening."

She led Tiffany and the others away.

Once they were at a safe distance, Vivian shot Tiffany a murderous glare, then looked back toward Agnes and Carmen.

Fury churned inside her. Tiffany was useless.

All that big talk about teaching Agnes a lesson, and she'd been humiliated in seconds.

But Vivian kept the smile.

"Tiffany, you okay? You really need to be more careful. I told you not to go after her."

Tiffany was crimson with rage.

"She pushed me! I know she did!"

The other socialites gaped.

"Come on, Tiffany... how? Everyone was watching. Did you swallow too much pool water?"

Tiffany shot her a death glare. "I'm not crazy! She pushed me!"

"Sure. And just a minute ago, you were bragging about putting her in her place.

"How'd that work out? You're the one looking like a drowned cat."

Tiffany said, "She's sneaky! Devious! I underestimated her!"

Vivian cut in.

"Enough, all of you. Why are you all fighting now?

"Tiffany, leave Ms. Sinclair alone.

"Not everyone can match her... versatility. She's out of your league."

Vivian kept advising restraint. Internally, she was savoring every word. Idiot.

Agnes didn't want to meddle in the Ruell family affairs unless Neal asked.

And Neal... he didn't dare.

The guilt sat on him like a stone, building a wall he couldn't bring himself to breach.

He'd walked away from the Ruells. No matter how they'd pleaded or threatened, he hadn't looked back.

Kenneth had threatened to cut off all his financial resources and strip him of his status as the sole heir, but he didn't care.

Instead, he relied on his own strength to quietly establish numerous companies.

These companies had all gone public in a short time, rising with insane speed.

Even without the Ruell name, Neal was still making money hand over fist—perhaps even more than before.

He'd been invited to the island retreat under his new company's name.

But there was another reason he'd come. He knew Agnes would be here.

Neal's voice was as gentle as ever.

"I'm here for the retreat, same as you. But under my own name now. Not the Ruells'."

Agnes heard the unspoken message and felt genuinely happy for him.

Agnes teased, "Mr. Ruell, impressive. I hear the guest list is exclusively billionaires."

Neal said, "You flatter me, Ms. Sinclair. Compared to you, I'm outclassed.