Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 452 Confrontation

Skylar thought to herself, I knew it. This man definitely has an interest in Agnes. Why should she get to

know such a good man? I refuse to allow this to come to fruition!

"Did you say that she always goes out with other men?"

That woman seemed so noble and proud to me. How did it turn out that she secretly likes to go out with

other men? I will have to question her properly when she gets back later.

"Ah! H-How could I tell you that?" She lowered her head. A look of nervousness crossed her face as

though she had a slip of the tongue earlier. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk badly about her behind her

back. It's just that the things she does are too excessive. I can't stand watching her do such things,

especially since I'm her friend. If possible, please talk to her. Please ask her to stop going out with all

those men. Those men don't look like good people. I'm sure they are just lusting after her."

Frank snorted coldly. "I know about that, so you don't need to tell me."

When her kindness was regarded as ill intention, she was so furious that her expression twisted. That

woman is the one who made those mistakes. How dare he take his anger out on me instead?

She immediately lost all her goodwill toward the man in front of her.

"There. She's back. She's sitting over at that table." Skylar huffed angrily and pointed at the woman

who waltzed in late behind her.

Frank had also lost all desire to speak with this woman. When he turned to look at Agnes, he felt an

inexplicable sense of anger burning in his heart when he saw her. He immediately sauntered over,

making his presence known. The instant he was right before her, he looked down at her rather

imperiously.

"In the end, you couldn't escape me after all."

Agnes never imagined that the man she had tried so hard to avoid would relentlessly track her down. A

hint of helplessness crept into her heart. "Didn't I tell you clearly the other day? We're even now."

He leaned against her desk and prevented her from working. "What do you mean by we're even?

Nothing will end until I say so."

"How can you be so unreasonable?"

She usually had quite a lot of work on her plate. In addition, she often took on many extra tasks for

herself. So, when she realized that she was not going to finish her work before the day was over, she

became increasingly anxious. Eventually, she couldn't help reaching out to push him away.

"What are you doing?"

He swiftly changed positions and moved to the side of the table.

"Don't you know that your behavior has severely impacted my work?"

He couldn't care less about her concerns. "This amount of work is nothing. If I am taking up your time,

then I can pay you for your time."

"Allow me to repeat myself once more. What I want is to do my job, not your filthy money."

He narrowed his eyes at those words, and a hint of danger entered his voice. "Oh? Are you claiming to

be pure and chaste now?"

She had the feeling that she should not waste her time arguing with the man in front of her anymore.

Her mind might become as stupid as his if she kept giving him the attention he so desperately craves.

"Excuse me, Mr. I-Don't-Even-Know-Your-Name. I am telling you this for the last time. You are severely

impacting my work. Please leave immediately."

Her words were as polite as could be, but her statement annoyed him greatly.

"I've already talked to your boss earlier. She gave me three hours to ask you out."

His response stunned her. When she thought about Elspeth, who was an absolute workaholic, she

frowned with displeasure.

"Even if it's a lie, you should at least create a decent one."

How could Elspeth possibly allow him to disturb me during working hours?

It was only at this moment that Frank realized something—he had not introduced himself to her. He

stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking like a peacock flexing his feathers. "Do you know who I am?"

She couldn't care less about his identity but wanted him to leave as soon as possible. Hence, she

pretended to be patient and asked for his name, "Excuse me, young master. What is your name?"

"Frank Joneson."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I don't know you."

He was taken aback. "Do you really not know who I am?"

The name 'Frank Joneson' was well-known throughout Blaydal as the Prince of Blaydal. So, how was it

that he became an unknown figure in the small town of Damoria instead?

"It's not that I don't know who you are but that I have no interest in your identity whatsoever."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Are you pretending not to know me so that you can play hard-to-get in

a story where the domineering president falls in love with the damsel?"

Hard-to-get... I can't believe he can even think up something like that.

The headache pounding at her temples grew stronger. Then, she picked up the phone and dialed

Elspeth's number.

"Miss Lynwood, there's a lunatic at my desk who keeps trying to flirt with me. Can you ask the security

guards to send him away?"

On the other side of the phone, Elspeth felt her lips twitching uncontrollably as she tried to swallow the

bubble of laughter, trying to escape from her lips.

Lunatic... Don't tell me... Is she referring to Frank? I can't believe he really went and harassed her after

he obtained her contact number.

Before Elspeth could say anything, Frank quickly raised his voice a notch.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. I am not flirting with her. We have some unsettled business, and I just

wanted to have a proper conversation with her about those matters."

He was very confident that she would side with him. However, if they were to cast aside the fact that

they were related by blood, she wouldn't dare to do anything to him, especially since he had

blackmailed her.

"Agnes, he is my brother. I'm afraid there has always been something wrong with his head. If any

trouble arises, I hope you can be more patient with him."

Agnes could hear the resignation in Elspeth's voice, so she decided not to make things more difficult for

Elspeth.

After the call ended, Frank triumphantly stood in front of Agnes.

"I told you. If you wanted to find somebody to help you, you went to the wrong person." He shook his

head in pity. "Your president is my younger sister. It's only natural for her to listen to my wishes."

So, he is the president's elder brother... She felt her opinion of him dropping even further as she gave

him a once over and noticed his frivolous appearance.

"You're both from the same family. How are you so different from one another?"

The scorn on her face stabbed deeply into his self-esteem.

He couldn't help throwing a fit. "Just who do you think you are looking down on? How could you

possibly know my true strengths?"

She snorted coldly. "I don't know anything about your true strengths, and I don't want to know either.

Now, please leave immediately."

Why does she keep trying to chase me away? Does she really think so lowly of me?

He was filled with a strong sense of frustration for the first time in his life.

Countless women had tried to throw themselves at him, but he had never been interested in them. Not

to mention, the touch of those women annoyed him greatly. Now that he had gone out of his way and

patiently listened to a woman spewing nonsense, she did not appreciate his kindness.

How odd. Not only is this woman acting strange, but I feel like I'm acting out of character.

"What do I have to do so that you would be willing to communicate with me normally?"

Agnes had just typed out a few words on her computer, ready to get back to business. When she heard

his question, a sense of exasperation surged up in her heart. "If you want to speak with me, then you

can talk to me after work. It's working hours right now, and I don't want to waste my time on your

nonsense."