Forbidden Passion

Chapter 157 Worried about Less than A Million Dollars, Mr. Reynolds?

At the International Finance Center, Phoebe and Cindy attended Hermès's tea soiree, an exclusive event for Kedora's high society ladies. The two sat in the back, watching the elegant sales associates present the latest collections. Cindy leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Phoebe, have you been feeling off lately?"

Phoebe examined the new arrivals with a keen eye, jotting down the ones that caught her fancy in her little notebook. As she scribbled, she asked without looking up, "What's up? Something wrong?"

"You used to be such a workaholic, Phoebe," Cindy remarked. "I would go months without even catching a glimpse of you. Trying to grab lunch was like setting up a presidential meeting." Indeed, Phoebe's life had been a whirlwind of busyness.

But her preoccupations weren't solely with her career.

For a long while after losing her baby, Theodore held onto a grudge concerning the cause of the miscarriage. Anything remotely related to Edward triggered him, and his outbursts were not contained by time or place. During that dark period, Theodore's harsh treatments instilled a deep-seated fear in her. She sought solace in eluding him, yet couldn't afford to hide given their intertwined lives.

Later, Phoebe took to staying close, almost shadowing him in the hope that her presence would temper his fits of rage. However, it became painfully clear that Theodore was a capricious tyrant by nature. One moment he could be all smiles, and the next, for the most insignificant reason, he'd pin her down in the most bizarre places and have his way with her.

explained, as her mind returned

head, a hint of worry in her voice as she asked, "A break for the busy bee, huh? But aren't you the head honcho over at QUEEN Entertainment? Didn't your company just hit a rough PR patch?

afford it or not isn't my problem," Phoebe replied with a frown. "Can we not rain on my parade? I'm trying to

backed off, "Okay, okay, my bad. Let's just enjoy the

lips curled into a subtle smile as she continued to browse the

high-society young women gossiped and blushed, their gazes fixated on the doorway as if a Hollywood heartthrob

the admiring and inquisitive glances thrown his way,

eyes met for a brief second, and Phoebe knew he was coming for her. Just as she rose to flee, a

"Where are you going?"

eyes skated over them, but Phoebe had no desire to be the center of attention. She turned to head outside, saying, "Let's talk

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in the shadow of a wall, Phoebe faced the impeccably dressed man. He donned a sharp suit, the epitome of formal business attire, exuding an air of refined,