The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine Chapter 86: 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 ti, no guests complained loudly enough to ruin her mood, and no one accidentally blad her for things she didn’t do, which, in her experience, already counted as a small miracle.

Even the anonymous ssages stopped.

As if Angie Feliz had suddenly rembered 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 ca through the line.

"Miss Sienna..."

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

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

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

The mont she heard the na, her entire body shivered.

’Benjamin Foster...’

This is the first ti Sienna has heard that na again since he last texted her, offering help only to ask her to beco 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 co 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 ?" she whispered. "Even the secretary has the sa ugly attitude as the boss. How rude!"

For a few seconds, she didn’t move.

Then she slowly put the phone down.

"Maybe that woman called the wrong extension?"

Sienna let out a gentle sigh, already sensing a dull ache settling in her head.

Reluctantly, Sienna stood up, grabbed her notebook as if it might sohow provide so security and protection to her, and headed out of her office.

As she walked toward the elevator, her thoughts stirred once more.

’Why does Benjamin suddenly want to et in his office?’

The question repeated itself in her mind like an annoying echo.

This had never happened before. Not once. Benjamin didn’t call her through his secretary unless sothing was wrong.

Or worse, unless he wanted sothing.

Sienna pressed the elevator button a little harder than necessary. The doors slid shut.

As the elevator began to move, Sienna leaned back against the cold tal wall, her reflection staring right at her.

From the outside, her expression looked calm, composed, and professional. But inside? It was a completely different story.

Her thoughts were already forming one dramatic theory after another, none of them pleasant. And all of them sohow involve Benjamin Foster doing sothing unnecessary.

’This is definitely unusual,’ she thought. ’Why did Benjamin suddenly summon to his office? What could be his reason this ti?’

Her fingers tightened around the notebook in her hand, as if holding onto it would sohow calm her. Because if there was one person in this company she didn’t trust, it was Benjamin Foster.

The elevator dinged softly, and the doors slowly slid open.

Sienna straightened her posture almost instantly upon noticing a slender woman in her early thirties, dressed neatly with a perfectly neutral expression, standing not far from the elevator.

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

"Miss Sienna, follow ..." 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 soone 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 she despises? No. No. This woman probably doesn’t like anyone beneath her position or social class. That may be her full-ti 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 sothing routine rather than sending soone 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 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 mont, 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...’