Forbidden Passion

Chapter 315 Little Angels Don't Frame Others

Frightened, Christopher hurriedly shook his head. "I don't want to. Managing a major company with many meetings and daily work? I'd rather hold the shares and enjoy the dividends. Why would I want to take on the hardship of managing such a big company?"

His lifelong goal had been to be a laid-back guy who would occasionally work on his programming to at least make money for himself.

The thought of working tirelessly like his elder brother to support a group of ungrateful leeches suffocated him.

Theodore laughed in exasperation. "No ambition at all."

In truth, if he weren't the eldest son, he wouldn't have wanted to take over the Reynolds Group either. Given the choice, who wouldn't prefer to be a carefree spendthrift rather than work hard? They walked towards the villa.

Seeing Theodore's look, Christopher asked, "Are you in a bad mood because of Madison?"

Theodore's eyebrows furrowed, his expression fierce. He frowned and said, "It has nothing to do with her."

Christopher immediately fell silent, recalling what Madison had said at the dinner table last night. His heart pounded, thinking that perhaps the truth was just as Madison had claimed. Otherwise, before the miscarriage, Theodore had been so attentive to Phoebe. After the miscarriage, his attitude had taken a complete turn.

But he feared speaking or asking.

They returned to the villa in silence and went to their respective rooms to shower.

Phoebe had just applied light makeup when Theodore entered the bedroom. Their eyes met. Theodore coldly looked away and went to the bathroom.

Phoebe paused, turning to look at his back. Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair, his neck glistening with moisture. His wet clothes clung to his body, his back muscles forming a streamlined shape, exuding a powerful explosiveness that made one's heart race.

She instinctively looked away and walked out of the bedroom.

Madison in the stairwell. Madison's eyes were swollen. Her cheeks were slightly puffy. Christopher's

staring at her, Madison snapped, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beauty

speechless as she thought,

downstairs, with Madison following

the slap from Christopher last night. She was filled with anger and hatred, wishing she could push Phoebe off the stairs, hoping she

the second floor, they saw Taylor emerging from her bedroom. Taylor paused upon seeing them and

and Madison hadn't opened it. Knowing she was still angry, Taylor hadn't pressed the issue. Madison pouted and walked over reluctantly. "What

towards the second-floor terrace. As their figures grew distant, Phoebe turned to

the finger marks on Madison's face, her heart aching. "Why did Christopher

away and grabbed the handrail. "I am not lying. Why don't any

said they were

did I lie?" Madison glared at Taylor

words are not trustworthy. She has a grudge against Phoebe. Why would you rather believe an outsider

if your brother truly felt wronged, he would have

I believe what Ruby said. Phoebe

a headache, reaching out to poke her forehead hard. "What spell did Ruby cast on you to make you trust her so

what spell did Phoebe cast on you? You weren't like

part of the Reynolds family. Bullying her and making her look

good. Phoebe has waited all these years just for Theodore to

you embarrass Phoebe in public again, next time, it will be your brother who hits

very stubborn. Taylor

been hit enough." With that, Taylor

her teeth. She thought she would find someone to investigate whether Phoebe was really with Edward before