Forbidden Passion

Chapter 753 Exposing Edward's True Colors

After dinner, Edward didn't stay long before leaving. Phoebe saw him out, and the two stood at the front door. Edward looked at her with deep eyes. "Phoebe, I hope you'll seriously consider what I just talked to you about," he said.

The awkwardness that had just dissipated in Phoebe's heart returned. She lowered her eyelashes and stared at her shoe tips. "Edward, actually I..."

"I'm leaving." Edward leaned in to hug her, cutting off her words. "Go inside and think it over before you talk to me."

Edward patted her shoulder before gently letting go, turned around, got into the driver's seat, and drove away from the villa.

Phoebe stood by the roadside, watching the car's taillights disappear around the corner.

She stood at the door for a while, just about to turn back inside when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the corner. Without hesitation, she started running towards it.

The bodyguards inside the door didn't know what was happening. They just saw Phoebe dash past like the wind and quickly followed her.

Phoebe ran fast. She had been wearing slippers to see Edward off, and after running a short distance, her slippers fell off, but she didn't stop to pick them up. "Stop!" Phoebe shouted sternly.

The person in front heard her shout and ran even faster, disappearing almost instantly. Phoebe reached the corner, but the person was already gone.

She stood by the roadside, hands on her hips, panting heavily. The bodyguards caught up and looked down the path. "Ms. Ziegler, what happened?"

"I saw someone I know." Phoebe panted. If she had only guessed from the surveillance video last night, she was now certain that Donovan was alive.

placed them at her

feet hurt a bit. She looked towards

"Yes, Ms. Ziegler."

was very quiet, and the streetlights cast a faint glow, making their shadows appear particularly long. They reached the corner but didn't see anyone hiding in the greenery. In the end, they

quite mysterious. Aren't they afraid of scaring your

in the head. I told you this afternoon that our family situation

Louis Jackson, reassured her, "Ms. Ziegler, don't worry. You hired us, and we will

wished she could drag Donovan out and beat him up. He was clearly alive, so why was he playing ghost and not showing himself? The three

the villa. A subordinate was waiting for him at the door. "Mr. Ziegler, here are the photos

and walked into the living room. He poured himself a glass of whiskey from the coffee table. The subordinate came over, added a few ice cubes to the crystal glass, and stood by waiting

glass, the amber liquid catching

began to look through the photos. Most of them showed Ruby and Evelyn playing with the four kids. One photo showed Ruby surrounded

this photo, Donovan's eyes were full

his death and still had the nerve to

years. How's that going?" Donovan felt his anger rise just at the sight of Ruby's

coffee table and took another sip of his drink to calm

more time to compile a thorough report." Donovan

"Yes, sir."

and the subordinate understood, turning to leave the villa. The living room became silent, with only the occasional clink of ice against

the sofa in a fit of rage, grabbed the photos on the table, tore them into pieces, and flung them into the

at the images on the fragments, his face dark with anger. He would never let Ruby, that sinister and vicious woman, get away