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.

glare remained as sharp as ever. "Have you had enough of this tantrum

Her gaze flickered briefly to Sophie before she continued, her voice like ice. "I've

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

see her as a little sister.

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

kissing? What nonsense are you

to him, Sophie's face immediately changed. She stepped forward, grabbing Sierra by the arm with a look

know you're mad at Mr. Gray because of me. This is all my fault. I'm willing to leave the company. Please, I'm begging you, don't break up with Mr.

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

out a cry as she

the tension like a whip.

to help Sophie, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. His eyes burned

Gray, please don't be mad at Sierra. I just wasn't standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly, her eyes brimming with tears, making her look as

shifted from Sophie's frail appearance to Sierra. His jaw tightened, and he spoke through clenched teeth. "Sierra, you're not

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

you should just be with her. From now on, we have nothing to do

suppress the emotions bubbling in her chest as she spoke. She glanced at the other colleagues seated around the table and managed to