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."

He dragged Phoebe out, and she stumbled a bit before digging in her heels. Phoebe tried to

questions, ask me." Phoebe found it almost funny. If Theodore hadn't been so secretive, she wouldn't have come to Milton. She asked, "If I ask, will

arm around her waist, dragging her out of Milton's office. "Yeah!" Watching them leave, Milton smirked. He walked to the window, looking at the stormy sky, and

she leaned against the wall, her eyes sharp on him. "Mr. Reynolds, I just want to know, did you create that billion-dollar loophole just to use Donovan?" she demanded. What she told Milton earlier wasn't her final

a pawn

Bishop but also Theodore. He had a hand in

at Phoebe. He'd never seen her look at him like this, and for a moment, his heart felt

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 took

"Why?" she demanded.

seeing the disappointment and hate in her eyes. "Donovan knew everything. That day on the rooftop, he picked

seen it with her own eyes. How could

from the corner of his mouth. That

will just sound like an

away? Why wait until I went to Mr. Douglas to say it was all an act?

watching the elevator numbers tick down. "Before the facts are

convo

away, heartbroken

change? Donovan died because of Theodore, and that fact would

be? Falling into the deep sea was enough to kill him, not to mention the explosion before

lucky, he couldn't

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

He'd take it as giving her time to clear her head.