A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

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.

Sierra's wrist, though his glare remained as

like ice.

a slap. For a moment, his anger faltered, replaced by a flicker of satisfaction. In his mind, Sierra still cared about him. She was

Sophie, I only see her as a little sister. I've just

out a cold laugh. "You're telling me she's just your sister after I saw you two kissing? Benson,

kissing? What

changed. She stepped forward, grabbing Sierra by

at Mr. Gray because of me. This is all my fault. I'm willing

deliberately. Sierra winced at the sharp pain and shook Sophie's hand off with a

let out a cry as she stumbled

tension like a

immediately bent down to help Sophie, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. His eyes

standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly, her eyes brimming with tears, making her

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

head, the sting of the scratch on her arm sharp enough to blur her

in anything, then you should just be with her. From now on, we have nothing to

chest as she spoke. She glanced at the other colleagues seated around the table and managed to