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

cold

fridge, grabbed the medicine, and

and have a kid? With Theodore acting like this, I would've kicked him out ages ago. Why am I putting up with this?' She was so mad she stomped on the medicine for

saw her. Her behavior startled him, making him forget

stared at

her foot. She casually flipped her hair, acting

turned 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 words mean

a little humility in front of

approve my resignation." Theodore's anger flared. He stormed into

glaring at him. "Approve it or

work under

eyeing her defiant look. "What if I insist

it's her

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

his grip, knowing a bit more pressure would

to die, Phoebe? Killing you is easier than

fear, not even blinking. She smiled faintly,

laughing at?"

my worthless life worth something," Phoebe

grabbed her hair, forcing her to expose her

he genuinely wanted to

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