Forbidden Passion

Chapter 49 Be framed

The morning meeting at the QUEEN Entertainment's conference room was abruptly interrupted when the doors flew open with a loud bang against the wall. Startled, everyone's heads turned towards the entrance to see Theodore standing there, his brooding presence sending chills down their spines.

Phoebe knew Theodore's expressions like the back of her hand, and the look on his face spelled trouble for her. Hastily, she announced, "That's enough for today's meeting, everyone. You're dismissed."

As the attendees respectfully greeted Theodore on their way out, John quickly shut the conference room door behind them.

Tossing her pen onto the table with an air of defiance, Phoebe cocked an eyebrow at Theodore. "Mr. Reynolds, you must have a reason for interrupting our meeting."

Theodore's approach was slow and deliberate, each step a heavy weight on Phoebe's chest. She fought the urge to flee, instead lifting her chin to meet his furious gaze.

"Phoebe," he towered over her, "I'll ask you one more time, why were you crying earlier?"

her brow, confused. "Didn't I

a forceful grip. Stepping forward, his sinister eyes

breathe, Phoebe opened her mouth, gasping for

wanting a divorce, even daring to spin tales to

oxygen, utterly baffled by the man who had just gently wiped away her tears moments ago was now so cruel and different. "You can stop dreaming!" Theodore's heart

Phoebe was speechless...

gave her a forceful shove that sent her sprawling across the conference table. A rush of fresh air filled her lungs as she lay there, coughing until tears streamed down her face. Without sparing

for a moment, letting the tears flow unchecked. She couldn't understand why Theodore had suddenly lashed out in anger. Perhaps

cold chill settling in

Theodore's Achilles' heel; any time she came

peeked around the corner, concerned. "Miss Ziegler, are you

she had decided to wear slacks today - they spared her some dignity. "I'm fine. Just give me a