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.

though his glare remained as sharp as

before she continued, her voice like ice. "I've already stepped aside so you and

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

see her as a little sister. I've

sister after I saw you two kissing? Benson, do you think

kissing? What nonsense are

Sophie's face immediately changed. She stepped forward, grabbing Sierra

you're mad at Mr. Gray because of me. This is all my fault. I'm willing to leave

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

out a cry as she

through the tension like a whip. "Sierra, you've

immediately bent down to help Sophie, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. His eyes burned with anger as he shot

Sierra. I just wasn't standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly, her eyes brimming with tears, making her look as though she were enduring

gaze shifted from Sophie's frail appearance to Sierra. His jaw tightened, and he spoke through clenched

scratch on her arm sharp enough to blur her eyes with unshed tears. Benson's words only deepened the sour

just be with her. From now on, we

to suppress the emotions bubbling in her chest as she spoke. She glanced at