Forbidden Passion

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.

him and headed

cold voice called

but kept going. She opened the fridge, grabbed the

kid? With Theodore acting like this, I would've kicked him out ages ago. Why am I putting up with this?' She was

behavior startled him, making

at her.

stiffened, braced herself on the counter, and slowly retracted her foot. She casually flipped her hair, acting like

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

night? Now that she resigned, he wouldn't approve

"Phoebe, can't you show a little humility in

man, keep your word and approve my resignation." Theodore's anger flared. He stormed into the kitchen. "Phoebe, You should have the best say in whether I'm a man

it

work under

leaned on the counter, eyeing her defiant look. "What if I insist you on

it's her or me.

of tobacco, hit her face. "Are you threatening me with death?" "Yes!"

his grip, knowing a bit more pressure

easier than killing a cat. Want to try?"

fear, not even blinking. She smiled faintly, a muffled laugh escaping her

laughing at?"

kill me makes my worthless life

grabbed her hair, forcing her to expose

moment, he genuinely wanted to