The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: This Is Definitely Unusual

Three days passed.

Surprisingly, nothing dramatic happened to Sienna Adams in the last three days.

Her work went smoothly. Reports were submitted on time, no guests complained loudly enough to ruin her mood, and no one accidentally blamed her for things she didn’t do, which, in her experience, already counted as a small miracle.

Even the anonymous messages stopped.

As if Angie Feliz had suddenly remembered she had better things to do than send vague threats to people who refused to react.

Sienna, of course, chose to take the mature route. She ignored the anonymous text completely.

As for Zachary... that was another story. That man still hadn’t replied to her text.

At first, Sienna had been bothered. Then she felt confused and slightly offended. And in the end... she felt dramatically disappointed.

But now?

Now she had reached the stage of forced acceptance.

"Maybe he’s overseas," she muttered one morning while organizing her desk. "Important business trip. No signal. No internet. Possibly fighting for his company’s survival...Or maybe he just forgot."

"No," she corrected herself quickly. "We are choosing the overseas theory. It sounds better."

And honestly, it worked.

Her mind felt lighter these past few days. Not entirely calm, but at least not spinning out of control every five minutes.

Which was why, when she walked into her office this morning, she expected another peaceful day.

But of course, peace never lasted.

The landline rang just as she settled into her office chair.

Sienna blinked, slightly surprised, before picking it up without much thought. "Sienna speaking."

There was a brief pause.

Then a woman’s voice came through the line.

"Miss Sienna..."

Sienna frowned slightly. The voice was unfamiliar. Not from her department. Not from anyone she spoke to regularly.

"Yes, it’s me," she replied, her tone polite but cautious.

"I’m Belinda from Mr. Benjamin Foster’s office..."

The moment she heard the name, her entire body shivered.

’Benjamin Foster...’

This is the first time Sienna has heard that name again since he last texted her, offering help only to ask her to become his woman in return. And since that day, she blocked his personal cell to restrict their interaction to business only.

But now that man is asking his secretary to contact her.

How could she avoid him?

"...You need to come to Mr. Foster’s office now," the woman continued, now with clear insistence. Her tone wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t friendly either. It carried a strange sharpness that instantly made Sienna tense and curious.

And before Sienna could even respond—

The line ended.

Sienna was speechless, staring at the phone in her hand.

"...Excuse me?" she whispered. "Even the secretary has the same ugly attitude as the boss. How rude!"

With a single glance, she knew the woman was Belinda, Benjamin’s secretary.

"Miss Sienna, follow me..." Belinda said, her tone flat, already turning on her heels before Sienna could respond.

"...Good morning to you too," she muttered softly, though the woman was already walking away, ignoring her greeting.

With a quiet sigh, Sienna followed.

Belinda walked ahead with the confidence of someone who had absolutely no interest in small talk with those of lesser importance.

Sienna, on the other hand, had plenty to say to her. She simply voiced it in her mind.

’Does she always act so rudely, or is it just me she despises? No. No. This woman probably doesn’t like anyone beneath her position or social class. That may be her full-time job, hating everyone beneath her... What a snobby bitch.’ She stifled a laugh at her own thoughts.

Suddenly, Belinda stopped in front of a tall oak door and turned around to see her.

"Mr. Foster is already waiting for you inside. You may enter."

Her tone sounded as cold as before, as if she were announcing something routine rather than sending someone into an emotional battlefield.

Then she opened the door.

Sienna forced a polite nod, though inside she was already venting her frustration. ’Why does she sound like she’s sending me to my execution?’

"Miss Sienna, what are you waiting for? You might enter now..."

Sienna blinked. She clenched her fist tightly.

"Can you speak nicely?" She wanted to say it, but the words stuck in her throat. Because, at this moment, her mind was already busy with so many thoughts, and her heartbeat was beating a little faster than usual.

’Calm down,’ Sienna told herself firmly as she stepped forward. ’This must be work-related. No need to think negatively...’