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.

glanced at him and headed

Theodore's cold voice called

She opened the fridge, grabbed the medicine, and angrily tossed it

acting like this, I would've kicked him out ages ago. Why am

and saw her. Her behavior startled him, making him forget why he came

stared at her.

her

to Theodore and looked him in

Now that

can't you show a little humility in

If you're a man, keep your word and approve my resignation." Theodore's anger flared. He

at him. "Approve it or not, I'm

never work

the counter, eyeing her defiant look. "What if I

it's her or

pulling her close. His breath, reeking of tobacco, hit her face. "Are you

a bit

want to die, Phoebe? Killing you is easier than killing a cat. Want to

not even blinking. She smiled faintly,

are you laughing at?"

you personally kill me makes my worthless

grabbed her hair, forcing her to expose her

moment, he genuinely wanted to

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