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.

released Sierra's wrist, though his glare remained as sharp as ever. "Have you had enough of this

yet?" Sierra snapped back. Her gaze flickered briefly to Sophie before she continued, her voice like ice. "I've already

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

softened his tone slightly. "You've misunderstood Sophie, I only see her as a little

your sister after I saw

frowned. "What kissing? What nonsense are

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

all my fault. I'm willing to leave the company. Please, I'm begging

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

cry as she

the tension like a whip.

around her shoulders. His

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

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

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

anything, then you should just be with her.

in her chest as she spoke. She glanced at