Forbidden Passion

Chapter 676 I Won't Let Anyone Bully You

Theodore was seriously ticked off, staring at Milton like he was already six feet under. He smirked, "Mr. Douglas, always the ladies' man, huh? So thoughtful of everyone." Milton gave a small smile, "Mr. Reynolds, you're too kind. Ms. Ziegler, ready to go?"

Phoebe nodded slightly. Just as she was about to walk past Theodore and Milton, Theodore suddenly grabbed her wrist, his hand burning hot like it might actually scorch her skin. Phoebe instinctively tried to pull away, but he held on tight, making it impossible for her to move. She glared at him and snapped, "Mr. Reynolds, let go!"

Theodore frowned, looking annoyed, "Where are you going?"

For some reason, the more Theodore looked at Milton, the more he couldn't stand him. He'd never found Milton this irritating when they worked together before. Milton glanced at Theodore and raised an eyebrow, "Ms. Ziegler invited me to dinner. Care to join us, Mr. Reynolds?"

Before Phoebe could say no, Theodore quickly answered, "Sure, if you don't mind."

Phoebe was speechless.

"Of course not. It'd be an honor to have dinner with Mr. Reynolds." Milton looked at Theodore's big hand on Phoebe's wrist with a calm, deep gaze. "Shall we?" Theodore glanced at Phoebe, his fingers lightly squeezing her wrist before letting go.

A jolt of electricity seemed to run through her wrist, making Phoebe stiffen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Theodore in his sharp suit, tall and slender.

Theodore noticed her shocked and reproachful look. He smirked and walked over to Milton, "Let's go, Mr. Douglas."

Milton looked at Phoebe and then walked alongside Theodore. The two seemed to have forgotten the earlier tension and were chatting happily.

Phoebe silently followed behind them.

young and promising, so they had

incident, Phoebe would've thought they hit it off immediately and would become close friends

Lori were waiting in the nearby seating

out to take her gym bag and said, "Ms. Ziegler, I'll go

get the car. The group left the club and

the dinner table, Theodore and Milton were having a lively conversation, discussing several promising

Theodore raised his glass to toast Milton, who was

rim of his glass as he looked at Milton's handsome face, tinged with a slight blush. His gaze then shifted to Phoebe, who had been quietly eating, with a hint of deeper meaning.

Mr. Douglas has a keen eye. Ms. Ziegler

grip on her fork tightened. She stared at the shrimp in front of her, unsure if Theodore's words were genuine

to Ms. Ziegler's confidence in me, I've been able to work with her ever since." Milton's words hit a sore spot for Theodore, whose face darkened for a moment. He took a deep breath, and after

"These past two years, I've been grateful for Mr. Douglas's support, but it won't be necessary in the future." Milton caught the underlying meaning in Theodore's words and smiled at him as he said, "Mr.

my own decisions. Mr. Reynolds, if you have some free time, you should focus more

narrowed his eyes,

close to other men, especially Milton. Phoebe and Milton had financial

entanglement between

a way to buy out Milton's shares so that

that thought, Theodore suppressed his anger, picked up his glass, and continued to drink

surface, but there were undercurrents. Phoebe got up to pay the

was slightly drunk. Standing next to Phoebe, he suddenly swayed, and Phoebe quickly reached out to