A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo) novel Chapter 101

Sierra's eyes welled up with tears, but her voice was cold and firm.

Benson felt uneasy and suddenly overwhelmed. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the private room burst open with a powerful kick.

Theo stood at the doorway, dressed in a black trench coat. His dark eyes were deep and unreadable. His expression was cold and imposing, exuding an icy presence that made it hard for anyone to meet his gaze.

Hanson, who had been holding Sierra down, turned around. The moment he saw Theo, his face twisted with irritation.

"Who the hell are you? Barging in like this—do you believe I won't beat the crap out of you?!"

The moment Theo saw Sierra's wrists being forcefully grabbed, his eyes turned bloodshot. Without hesitation, he strode forward and kicked Hanson away, pulling Sierra into his arms, and shielding her protectively.

Seeing the red marks on her wrists, Theo's eyes flickered with a slight tremor. A chilling darkness seeped into his gaze, and his once-cold demeanor instantly twisted into something ruthless and menacing.

Shrugging off his trench coat, he wrapped it around Sierra, pulled out a chair, and guided her to sit.

"You dare kick me?! I'll smash your damn head in!" Hanson roared as he stumbled back, his rage flaring.

"Hanson!"

Benson had barely recovered from his shock at Theo's sudden entrance. Seeing Hanson about to throw hands, he snapped back to reality and yelled, trying to stop him. But it was already too late.

Hanson grabbed a liquor bottle, swinging it straight at Theo with full force.

Theo raised his arm without hesitation, blocking the attack, and keeping Sierra safely behind him.

The bottle shattered, slicing across his long, slender wrist. Blood splattered, but Theo's expression remained completely unfazed. Without hesitation, he swung his leg forward, slamming his foot hard into Hanson's chest just as the guy charged at him with another bottle. The impact sent Hanson flying straight into the wall.

With a loud crash, Hanson felt it—the sickening snap of his bone breaking. Pain shot through him, his face twisting as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

A dark figure loomed over him. He lifted his head and saw Theo standing over him, towering like an executioner. His gaze was sharp, piercing, and brimming with a bloodthirsty gleam.

At that moment, Hanson felt real fear—the kind that only comes when staring death in the face.