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."

Phoebe out, and she stumbled a bit before digging in her heels. Phoebe tried to yank her hand back but

"If you have questions, ask me." Phoebe found it almost funny. If Theodore hadn't been so secretive, she wouldn't

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 made a call. "Godfather, I met Phoebe. She's quite the character," he

on him. "Mr. Reynolds, I just want to know, did you create that billion-dollar loophole just to use Donovan?" she demanded. What she

was right. Donovan had become a pawn in the game between Theodore

wasn't just Bishop but also Theodore. He had a

stared at Phoebe. He'd never seen her look at him like this, and

Theodore admitted, "Yes."

believe Donovan died because of it. Bishop might play dirty, but he never got his hands bloody, especially not with Donovan.

"Why?" she demanded.

That day on the rooftop, he picked a fight

with her own eyes. How could it

gave a bitter smile, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. That slap had some serious force, leaving

will just sound like

him. "If that's true, why didn't you tell me right away? Why wait until I went to Mr. Douglas to

numbers tick down. "Before the facts are out, you wouldn't believe

lip. Their convo had hit

turned away, heartbroken and

change? Donovan died because of Theodore, and

could that be? Falling into the deep sea was enough to kill him, not to mention

was lucky, he couldn't have

apart for some time." When the elevator hit the first floor, Phoebe asked for a separation.

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