Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 287

Midnight.

The Jolsen Auditorium is as empty as a ghost town.

Just a few hours ago, it was the place to be at the 23rd SH Gala.

But at this moment, there was no one here. Only Agnes was left sitting alone on the steps in front of the stage, covering her face with her hands, seemingly crying silently. Two hours ago, she was crowned Best Actress.

However, the moment she thought she had reached the top, she immediately fell to the bottom. No one cared why that video was playing on the big screen, and no one cared if she was being framed.

All they cared about was whether her Best Actress award was well-deserved and if she really sabotaged Mamie, and the evidence seemed pretty solid.

Even Jared had stepped onto the stage, only to say, "You've really let me down."

Now, everyone's gone home.

This could be the biggest scandal in the entertainment industry in recent times, and likely the talk of the town for months to come.

Agnes might now be completely discredited and never recovered.

She remained seated on the steps.

This was the outcome she wanted.

Discredit was what the outcome she wanted.

And now, she's just waiting.

Waiting for the first person to walk into the auditorium.

There's a clock tower outside The Jolsen Auditorium.

At this moment, the clock struck twelve.

Midnight.

Just then, the auditorium doors swung open.

The man seemed surprised, "Oh? Waiting for me?"

"I knew you'd come."

The man gave a small smile, "Why's that?"

"Because the victor always comes to taste the fruits of victory. My fall from grace, being abandoned by everyone, this is your victory."

But the man laughed. His voice was magnetic, "Agnes, how could you say that? I thought we were friends."

Agnes stood up, "Friends? That's just your disguise. From the moment you entered my life, this outcome was inevitable. I didn't believe it at first, but I knew, the first person to show up would be the one who set the trap. The one who pushed me into the abyss, pulling all the strings behind the scenes. That person is you, Ivan."

The man in front of her, behaving so elegantly and smiling so gently, was indeed Ivan.

He didn't seem angry at Agnes's accusations, nor did he try to vehemently deny them, or even show any strong emotions.

He just lifted the corners of his mouth, full of mockery, "Agnes, I really don't know what you're talking about."