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.

wrist, though his glare remained as sharp as ever. "Have you had enough of this tantrum

back. Her gaze flickered briefly to Sophie before she continued, her voice like ice. "I've already stepped aside so you and

flicker of satisfaction. In his mind, Sierra still cared about him. She was only acting this way because she loved him too

Benson softened his tone slightly. "You've misunderstood Sophie, I only see her as a little sister. I've just been looking out for her,

"You're telling me she's just your sister

What

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

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

the hand gripping Sierra's arm tightened deliberately. Sierra winced at the sharp pain and shook Sophie's

as

like a whip. "Sierra, you've gone too

help Sophie, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. His eyes burned with anger as he

don't be mad at Sierra. I just wasn't standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly, her eyes

Sophie's frail appearance to Sierra. His jaw tightened, and he spoke through clenched teeth. "Sierra,

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

can't compare to her in anything, then you should just be with her. From

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