Just as Sierra Sullivan was about to speak, Dominic Crawford hurriedly pushed his way out of the crowd.
"Sierra!"
Dominic Crawford stared pleadingly at Sierra, his eyes also full of supplication.
Perhaps because he was too anxious, or maybe because he was too nervous, the tip of Dominic's nose and his temples were beaded with sweat, and his chest heaved violently.
When Joy Warren had looked at her like that, Sierra Sullivan had felt nothing at all.
After all, she and Joy Warren had no real friendship. They were mere acquaintances who had worked together for a while, but that was it.
But Dominic Crawford was different.
She had known Dominic Crawford for so long and had truly considered him a good friend. No matter what, she had always looked out for him.
But now, for Joy Warren's sake, he was putting her in a difficult position in front of all these people.
Sierra felt more than just disappointment and sadness; she was furious. Her expression turned completely cold.
