Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

The person in the frame quickly got into a black van.

7’ll drive; you start filming whenever there’s a chance,” Ben said Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Ben quickly started the car and followed the van closely

Agnes, however, was caught off guard. Her heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to j ump out of her chest.

The van stopped at the World International Hotel.

Ben, with his many resources, drove directly into the hotel.

The car stopped in the hotel’s open– air parking lot. Ben made a phone call and then told Agnes, “They’re in the presidential suite, room 300 1:

Ben said after some thought, “I’ll book a room for you on the third floor, right across from 3001. These t wo rooms are the closest, with only two meters separating the balconies. Starting tomorrow, you’ll stak e out on the balcony. I don’t believe they’ll keep the curtains closed all day. The moment you get a cha nce, no matter what’s going on inside, shoot it all.”

Agnes didn’t expect that covering tabloid news would cost this much. The room opposite 3001 was also a presidential suite.

Ben arranged everything and explained precautions to Agnes, for instance, how to react if discovered a nd the hotel’s quickest exit routes.

“Why don’t you do it yourself since you’re so familiar with this place?” Agnes asked.

Ben scratched his head awkwardly and said, “I’ve been blacklisted by this hotel a long time ago.”

Agnes didn’t expect to check into the World International Hotel just fifteen minutes later.

The room directly facing 3001 was actually a restaurant.

Agnes pulled back the heavy drapes of the floor–to– ceiling windows. Outside was indeed a unique balcony, with the closest part only two meters away from the opposite side. Below was a man–made lake.

Agnes was utterly confused. Why would it be Jared? How could it be Jared?

Ryder Whitfield had once casually mentioned that Jared had been in love with someone for many years . Could that person be Mamie?

Agnes stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the opposite side, only to find that the curtains were not f ully closed, leaving a small gap.

Agnes aimed her telephoto lens at it. Although she could see the light and shadows inside, she couldn’t capture them clearly.

According to Agnes’s experience, this small gap was enough to see the situation clearly at close range.

Agnes was agile, and the two– meter distance shouldn’t be a problem. Even if she couldn’t make it across, there was a man– made lake below. Agnes could swim, so there was no danger to her life.

Agnes was torn because her professional ethics as a media person told her that what she was about to do was wrong.

Even paparazzi must shoot within legal boundaries.

If Agnes crossed over, she would be crossing the line.

But Agnes couldn’t resist. She desperately wanted to know what the relationship between Jared and Mamie was. Not for the twenty thousand dollars reward, but because it felt like millions of ants were gnawing at her heart.

Agnes suddenly realized that she knew absolutely nothing about Jared– his past, his romantic life, absolutely nothing.

Agnes couldn’t help it anymore; she took a camera and jumped over.

She moved swiftly, it wasn’t hard.

But just as she landed, an alarm on the balcony suddenly went off.

Agnes was startled, she didn’t expect the balcony to have an alarm.

The balcony door was quickly opened, and there was Jared’s face in front of Agnes!

Agnes was really stumped–talk about rotten luck.