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 tell you

throat, lifting her onto the conference table with a forceful grip. Stepping forward, his sinister eyes bore into hers, his long, powerful fingers tightening. "Do you have a single shred of truth in you, Phoebe?"

opened her mouth, gasping

"Have you lost your mind over wanting a divorce, even daring to spin tales to my father? Do you think his intervention would make me set

so cruel and different. "You can stop dreaming!" Theodore's heart was ablaze with the fury of her

Phoebe was speechless...

as she lay there, coughing until tears streamed down her face. Without

for a moment, letting the tears flow unchecked. She couldn't understand why Theodore had suddenly lashed out in anger. Perhaps Brandon had said something to him-made him believe that

clenched her teeth, a cold chill

heel; any time she came close

concerned. "Miss Ziegler, are you

that she had decided to wear slacks