Forbidden Passion

Chapter 417

Chapter 417 The Man Who Makes Her Hurt

After Phoebe joined Queen Entertainment, her title and salary still came from the Reynolds Group. So, to quit, she had to send her resignation to the headquarters' HR. Phoebe sent the email, turned off her phone, and collapsed onto the bed. She thought she would stay up all night, but she fell asleep right away.

She woke up in the afternoon, hungry. Staring at the familiar ceiling, she felt disoriented before checking her phone.

It was 3:30 PM, and she had an email.

Phoebe sat up, unlocked her phone, and read the email. It was from HR: [Ms. Ziegler, sorry, Mr. Reynolds does not approve your resignation!]

She read it several times before it sank in. She was instantly furious.

What was Theodore playing at?

Phoebe gritted her teeth and called HR. They answered quickly, sounding nervous. "Ms. Ziegler, we can't approve your resignation. Please don't make this hard for us." Clearly, they were covering their backs.

Phoebe sneered. "Got it."

She hung up and tossed her phone onto the bed, fuming.

Phoebe thought, 'Fine, Theodore. Think I can't leave because you said no?'

Rubbing her temples, she got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked out. The hallway was smoky, like a scene from a fairy tale.

Covering her nose, she walked into the living room and saw Theodore on the sofa, looking grim with a half-burned cigarette. The ashtray was overflowing.

He'd been back for a while.

and headed

cold voice

paused but kept going. She opened the fridge, grabbed the medicine, and angrily tossed it in

kicked him out ages ago.

startled him, making him forget why he

stared at her.

counter, and slowly retracted her foot. She casually flipped her hair, acting like

to Theodore and looked him in the eye. "Why didn't you approve my

Now that she resigned, he wouldn't approve it. Did his

can't you show a little humility in front of

resignation." Theodore's anger flared. He stormed into the kitchen. "Phoebe,

Phoebe gritted her teeth, glaring at him. "Approve it or

never work

on the counter, eyeing her defiant look.

didn't back down. "Then it's her or me. You can

Theodore roared, grabbing her neck and pulling her close. His breath, reeking of tobacco, hit her

grip, knowing a bit more pressure

you want to die, Phoebe? Killing you is easier than killing

no fear, not even blinking. She

are you laughing

you personally kill me makes my

her hair, forcing her to expose her

genuinely wanted

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