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 ever. "Have

her voice like ice. "I've already

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

misunderstood Sophie, I only see her as

laugh. "You're telling me she's just your sister after I saw you two kissing? Benson, do you think I'm that

kissing? What nonsense are you

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

fault. I'm willing to leave the company. Please, I'm begging you, don't break

the hand gripping Sierra's arm tightened deliberately. Sierra winced at the sharp

let out a cry as she stumbled and fell to

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

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

Sophie interjected softly, her eyes brimming with tears, making her look as though she were enduring some

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

blur her eyes with unshed tears. Benson's words only deepened the sour

should just be with her. From now on, we have

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