Forbidden Passion

Chapter 588 Phoebe, I'm Coming To Save You

Theodore picked up the call in a heartbeat, and a weird, robotic voice came through, like it was using some high-tech voice changer.

"Mr. Reynolds, I hear you've been on the hunt for Mrs. Reynolds. Sorry for the lack of a heads-up. We kinda borrowed Mrs. Reynolds and your side piece for a bit." Theodore froze, eyes narrowing with a cold glint. "What do you want?"

"Mr. Reynolds, you're sharp. No need for small talk. Five hundred million bucks each, and if you're short by even a penny, I'll start chopping fingers."

"Don't hurt them. I'll get the cash together right now," Theodore said, keeping his cool. He should've known something was off last night when he felt that gut feeling about Phoebe.

The kidnapper's smug voice continued, "Mr. Reynolds, you sure know how to look after your ladies. Now, hustle and get the money. No cops, or you'll be picking up bodies. I'll call you back." And with that, the kidnapper hung up, no hesitation.

"Hello? Hello?!" Theodore shouted into the dead line. He almost smashed the phone against the wall but stopped, remembering the kidnapper would call again.

Swallowing his rage, he dialed the company's finance department.

"This is Theodore. I need ten billion dollars, ASAP," he ordered.

The finance guy was stunned, "Mr. Reynolds, the bank has limits; we can't pull ten billion in a day. What's the emergency?"

"I said get it done, so do it! If you can't, find someone who can," Theodore snapped.

The finance guy had never seen Theodore this pissed and didn't dare argue. "Okay, I'll get on it right away."

Theodore hung up and kicked the coffee table, sending it crashing. Ollie, his cat, darted into its house, eyeing Theodore warily.

came to. She tried to move but

her mouth. She knew she was kidnapped. Struggling, she felt the ropes

the door creaked open, and footsteps approached. Phoebe

got closer, and then a whip cracked through the air, slashing her back. She gasped in pain, cold

recover, the whip struck again and again, each lash cutting deep, the

agony. It hurt so bad. Who would

passed out. The kidnapper left her there,

kidnapper's call, Theodore sent out search teams. But hours passed with no

fit of rage, Theodore swept everything off his desk, shouting,

was

in, "Mr. Reynolds, I found out Mrs. Reynolds was last seen at the coffee shop near the office. She stayed there till eleven, then hit up the convenience store next door for almost an hour. When she

to the traffic police and check the license plate. Find out where they

the city, they ditched it by the roadside. They must've switched cars to throw us off," Lawton

pains to avoid being found, and every second wasted

were shaking, his mind racing with anxiety. But he had to keep it together. If he lost it, who would save

passed. Was Phoebe being tortured? Was she hurt? Scared?

mind. Just imagining what Phoebe might be going

all his

had figured out sooner that Phoebe was kidnapped, instead of sulking and staying away, he

was all on

thought of losing Phoebe filled Theodore with a

her. He hadn't even told her yet. How could

five billion dollars today. What now?" The finance officer rushed in, looking frazzled. Withdrawing that