Chapter 8
The auction ended in discord, with everyone discussing how ruthlessly I had humiliated Sophia Reed in public. Some clearer–headed individuals were rationally analyzing how this action wouldn’t benefit me.
What concerned me most wasn’t Sophia’s false accusations, but how her eyes had deliberately flickered toward Alexander Pierce when people gathered around her.
And then there were her words.
Was the “Mr. Pierce” she mentioned referring to Ethan Pierce?
That day. I was about to deliver Alexander’s lunch when I heard his thunderous roar from behind the door. I flinched, spilling hot soup on my hand.
“You acted on your own, thinking you’ve grown p
powerful enough. I never told you to do this, Sophia! I told you not to touch Grace Mitchell again! Did you even listen to what I said?”
Alexander’s words hit me like a hammer to the heart.
Sophia and Alexander were working together?
I stood at the doorway for a long time, only knocking after complete silence fell inside.
“Mr. Pierce, lunch is ready.” I placed his meal on the desk.
Then he extended his hands, and I gently wiped his distinct knuckles with a moistened handkerchief.
Suddenly, he gripped my hand, his eyes flickering with tenderness as he asked, “If I take over Ethan’s company, would that count as revenge for you?”
Sure enough, half a month later, I saw the nows about Pierce Industrias‘ bankruptcy.
The acquirer was Alexander Pierce.
Ethan had never shown talent for managing the group, perhaps inheriting his father’s disinterest in the family business. But in the Pierce family, he was the only grandson.
Alexander called me into his office, and as soon as I entered, I saw Sophia Rood.
Before Alexander could speak, Sophia’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me, head bowed sincerely: “I’m sorry. Miss Mitchell. I deeply apologize for what happened last time.”
Perhaps I was already mentally prepared, as I felt no surprise at all.
Alexander spoke: “Sophia works for me. What happened last time was her unauthorized action.”
I smiled and replied, “It’s fine, I don’t mind anymore.”
“Mr. Pierce, I won’t be coming in tomorrow.”
Then I turned and loft
That night, a fierce storm broke out. I curled up on my sofa, watching the rain patter against the windows, and smiled self–mockingly.
I sighed inwardly, realizing high society life wasn’t meant for mo
Played for three years by Ethan, then used as a pawn by Alexander.
He had already planned to take over Pierce Industries, yet claimed it was revenge for me- how ironic.
After working for him for several months, I’d saved some money. As I lay in bed considering my next move, I gradually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, when I opened the windows to clean the balcony, I spotted a familiar figure below..
Standing motionless, completely drenched.
Alexander Plorce?
I went downstairs and stared incredulously at the man before me, frowning in anger: “Don’t tell me you stood there all night?”
When Alexander nodded, I nearly fainted. I brought him back to my place.
Then I sent him for a hot bath.
