Sierra's anger wasn't satiated. She had meant to humiliate Alex, to crush her beneath everyone's gaze, but she ended up being the one insulted. She couldn't believe this. That woman had stolen the upper hand twice.
She wouldn't let it slide this time.
Under the gaze of everyone in the room, she snatched her purse and stormed out without a word. She would teach that bitch a lesson she would never forget.
Getting to her car, she drove to the mansion. For the second time this week, she arrived home in a bad mood. But unlike before, no one was there to greet her. Anthony had gone back to his penthouse, and her father was still abroad with his latest mistress.
Only the maids remained for her to vent her anger on.
Once in her room, she sat at the edge of the bed and pulled out her phone. There was only one person who could help her right now.
"Helen," she sounded like she was on the verge of tears. The trick she mastered well, sounding like a wounded princess. It worked every time.
