Chapter 8 I Have Something With Him

Grace was somewhat hesitant. She had already submitted her resignation, and she no longer had any obligations to handle matters like this.

Moreover, although Yvonne's words sounded like a request, her tone made it seem like an order.

Grace didn't like it.

Then again, Benjamin did have her identification card, and this would be the last time she would be dealing with such trivial tasks.

She could also use the chance and ask him for her identification card when she sent the coffee over later.

She took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

"Thanks." Then, Yvonne walked away.

After getting pregnant, Yvonne's demeanor had a touch of motherliness. Nevertheless, her confidence as the affluent daughter of a prominent family still contrasted with Grace's.

Back then, thanks to Grace's distinguished family, Yvonne had been nowhere on par with her. However, as the years had passed, Grace seemed to have ended up losing her poise and elegance.

Grace stood there in a daze for a while before she collected her thoughts. Then, she went to the pantry to brew the Americano with three-quarter black sugar and one-quarter milk.

That was how Benjamin liked it.

As Grace walked back, she saw that the meeting had ended and everyone was walking out of the conference room.

Noticing that Benjamin wasn't around, she assumed that he must have gone to his office.

With the coffee in her hand, she knocked on his office door.

"Come in." It was Yvonne's coquettish voice.

Grace almost spilled the Americano. It took her a while to pluck up her courage and finally push the door open.

The moment she did, she saw Yvonne wrapping her arms around Benjamin's neck and sitting on his lap.

Although Grace had mentally prepared herself, her heart still stung like hell upon seeing such a scene.

Yvonne seemed somewhat embarrassed that Grace had seen her intimacy with Benjamin. "You can leave after putting down the coffee," she said.

Hearing that, Grace came to her senses and slowly raised her head. She looked Benjamin in the eye.

His gaze was laced with such coldness that it seemed like he could devour her right then and there.

Grace felt like Benjamin was doing this on purpose. He was aware of her presence, yet he chose to let her stumble upon his intimate moment with Yvonne, all to embarrass her.

"Ms. Lewis?" Yvonne looked over when she didn't receive any response from Grace.

Grace hummed in response and nodded. After putting the coffee down, she turned around to leave.

After taking two steps forward, she suddenly halted in her tracks.

Listening to their voices behind her, she couldn't help but imagine Benjamin getting intimate with Yvonne.

Her legs turned to jelly, and she had to use every ounce of willpower to keep herself from collapsing.

"Ms. Lewis, is there anything else?" Yvonne was a little displeased that Grace was still hanging around.

"I ..." She finally mustered up the courage to look at them.

"Mr. Hawkins has something important of mine. I hope he can return it to me."

At that instance, the atmosphere in the spacious president's office grew heavy.

Even though the desk was piled high with stacks of documents, they weren't enough to conceal what the two people were doing on the genuine leather chair.

Benjamin's white collar was unbuttoned, and a hickey could be seen on his neck.

"Oh?" Yvonne was curious.

She tightened her grip on Benjamin's arm and asked, "Benjamin, what is it that you have of hers?"

"Nothing important." Benjamin pulled Yvonne into his embrace.

Looking at how close their bodies were pressing against each other, Grace pressed her lips into a thin line. She didn't say anything.

A while later, Benjamin parted his lips and said frostily, "You can leave now."

He looked at her as if she were a stranger to him.

It seemed like he wasn't going to return the identification card to her so easily.

"It's my identification card."

Since Yvonne was around, Grace decided to speak frankly. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to get her identification card back and leave the company for good.

"Actually, I've resigned, but Mr. Hawkins has seized my identification card. I can't help but wonder if he's harboring other thoughts about me.

"Hawkins Group is full of capable employees. There's no need for him to resort to such lowly methods against a mere secretary like me."