Forbidden Passion

Chapter 570 Separation

Milton's eyes stuck on Phoebe, giving a nod to her sharp mind and quick moves. "I ain't sure who's gunning for Mr. Ziegler, but it's clear as day that in this game between Theodore and Bishop, Mr. Ziegler's already been played as a pawn." The term "pawn" hit Phoebe hard, stirring up a mix of sadness and dread.

Just as she was about to step back, the office door flew open. The secretary's voice followed, "Mr. Reynolds, you can't go in. Mr. Douglas is with a very important guest."

Everyone froze, inside and out.

Theodore stood in the doorway, glaring at Milton and Phoebe on the couch. They were super close, faces almost touching, and the vibe was all kinds of weird, like his sudden entrance had crashed a private moment.

The secretary, standing behind Theodore, wished she could unsee the whole thing. Was this really her business?

She tried to keep it together, even though she was shaking inside.

Milton, though, was quick on his feet. He stood up, cool as a cucumber. "Mr. Reynolds, what a surprise. Why didn't you give us a heads-up?"

Theodore ignored Milton's smirk, storming over to Phoebe, grabbing her wrist, and yanking her up.

"I heard my wife was here, so I came to get her. Sorry to barge in, Mr. Douglas. I'll come back another time to apologize," Theodore said.

Milton gave a polite nod, still smiling. "Not at all. I enjoyed our chat, Mrs. Reynolds. No disturbance at all."

Theodore's eyes narrowed, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Mr. Douglas, don't forget our deal."

Milton kept his cool, standing tall. "Of course."

didn't say another word. He dragged Phoebe out, and she stumbled a bit before digging in her heels. Phoebe tried to

Phoebe found it almost

smirked. He walked to the window, looking at the stormy sky, and made a call. "Godfather, I met Phoebe. She's quite

she leaned against the wall, her eyes sharp on him. "Mr. Reynolds, I just want to know, did you create that billion-dollar

had become a pawn in the game

for Donovan's death wasn't just Bishop but also Theodore. He had a hand in

Phoebe. He'd never seen her look at him

Theodore admitted, "Yes."

his hands bloody, especially not with Donovan. Outta nowhere, Phoebe slapped Theodore right across the face. He didn't even flinch, just

"Why?" she demanded.

seeing the disappointment and hate in her eyes. "Donovan knew everything. That day on the rooftop, he picked a fight with me on purpose. It was

it with her own eyes. How could it have

the blood from the corner of his mouth.

so whatever I say will just sound like an excuse,"

that's true, why didn't you tell me right away? Why wait until I went to Mr. Douglas to say it was all an act? How can I trust you?" she

away, watching the elevator numbers tick down. "Before the

bit her lip. Their convo had hit

away, heartbroken and

it change? Donovan died because of Theodore, and that fact would never change. Unless Donovan was

the deep sea was enough to kill him, not to

if Donovan was lucky, he couldn't

to stay with my mom for a while. Let's live apart for some time." When the elevator hit

a divorce. He'd take it as giving her time to clear her head. When she felt better, he'd bring her back