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."

a bit before digging in her heels.

almost funny. If Theodore hadn't been so

wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her out of Milton's office. "Yeah!" Watching them leave, Milton smirked. He walked to

from Theodore's grip, panting as she leaned against the wall, her eyes sharp on him. "Mr. Reynolds, I just want to know, did you

a pawn in the

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

at him like this, and

Theodore admitted, "Yes."

set the trap, but he didn't believe Donovan died because of it. Bishop might play dirty, but he never got his hands bloody, especially not with Donovan. Outta

"Why?" she demanded.

knew everything. That day on the rooftop, he picked a fight

her own eyes. How could

the corner of his

don't believe me, so whatever I say will just sound like

away? Why wait until I went to Mr. Douglas to say it

the elevator numbers tick down. "Before

her lip. Their convo had hit a

away,

out who the killer was, what would it change? Donovan died

the deep sea was enough to kill

if Donovan was lucky, he

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

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