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 tantrum

Sophie before she continued, her voice like

a flicker of satisfaction. In his mind, Sierra still cared about him. She was

only see her as a

let out a cold 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

forward, grabbing Sierra by the arm with a look

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

gripping Sierra's arm tightened deliberately. Sierra

Sophie let out a cry as she stumbled and fell

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

a protective arm around her shoulders. His eyes burned with anger as he shot Sierra a

wasn't standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly, her eyes

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

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

her in anything, then you should just be with her. From

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