Chater 8 Benson had waited in his office all day, fully expecting Sierra to come and apologize. But as the workday neared its end, Sophie casually mentioned that Sierra had taken the company staff out for dinner.

Furious, Benson grabbed his keys and drove straight to the restaurant. By the time he arrived, he caught the tail end of Sierra's announcement-she was resigning.

A surge of inexplicable anger ignited in his chest.

Sierra turned to face him. Benson's bloodshot eyes burned with frustration, his emotions barely contained. Behind him, Sophie stood in her white gown, her delicate, practiced expression firmly in place.

"Yes, I'm resigning. I've already completed all my tasks. Tomorrow, I'll hand everything over to Mr. Gray," Sierra said coldly.

Benson gripped her wrist tightly, almost without realizing it. "Who permitted you to leave? I won't approve it!" he demanded.

His grip was firm enough to hurt, and Sierra frowned.

"Let go," she said sharply.

For a moment, Sophie couldn't hide her glee. She had been hoping Sierra would leave, waiting for this chance to have more time with Benson.

But still, she couldn't shake the suspicion that this might all be a ploy, a game Sierra was playing to get Benson's attention.

glare remained as

Sierra snapped back. Her gaze flickered briefly to Sophie before she continued, her voice like ice. "I've already stepped aside so you and Sophie

a flicker of satisfaction. In his mind, Sierra still cared about him. She was only acting this way because she loved

see her as a little sister. I've just been looking out for

Sierra let out a cold laugh. "You're telling me she's just your sister after I

What nonsense are you

face immediately changed. She stepped forward, grabbing Sierra by the arm with a look

is all my fault. I'm willing to leave the company. Please, I'm begging you, don't break up with

was earnest, almost pitiful, but the hand gripping Sierra's arm tightened deliberately. Sierra winced at the sharp pain and shook

a cry as she stumbled and fell

cut through the tension like a

a protective arm around her shoulders. His eyes burned with

Sierra. I just wasn't standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly,

jaw tightened, and he spoke through clenched teeth. "Sierra, you're not even

the scratch on her arm sharp enough to blur her

be with her. From now on, we

glanced at the other colleagues seated

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