Forbidden Passion
Chapter 134 Get it back

She lifted her head to look at him, the mockery still evident in her eyes, "Don't you feel any guilt towards Vanessa? She's been waiting for you for three whole years." Theodore bent down, exhaling a puff of smoke onto her pristine face, watching her cough and choke before he felt a sense of satisfaction, saying, "She'll understand." Fuck!

Phoebe rarely cursed, but Theodore's actions tonight made her break her rule repeatedly. She wiped away the tears from her coughing fit, steadied herself against the wall to stand up, and said through clenched teeth, "You two really are a perfect pair of scumbags!"

With that, she shoved him aside and turned to enter the bathroom.

In the following days, Phoebe didn't go to QUEEN Entertainment. Instead, she spent her days shopping with Cindy, buying whatever was expensive, all on Theodore's credit card.

She had an epiphany that her relentless work over the past two years was pointless. The money she made was nothing compared to the spare change Theodore earned from signing a big deal.

Since she had been fulfilling her marital duties all along, there was no need for her to pretend to be high-minded and not spend his money.

In the eyes of outsiders, she married him for his wealth. She had borne this reputation for nothing; she might as well live up to it.

She vengefully swiped Theodore's supplementary card, causing his phone's message alert to buzz incessantly from morning to afternoon.

He was initially surprised to see the bank transaction alerts because, in three years of marriage, Phoebe had never been willing to use his supplementary card.

She held onto this boundary as if it was her laughable self-respect.

Now, seeing the message alerts, his feelings were mixed.

He wasn't annoyed, nor was he happy; it felt like his earnings finally had a purpose.

That day, after he had bullied her and seen her limp into the bathroom, he felt a bit of guilt, but more than that... satisfaction.

Yes, satisfaction!

"Mr. Reynolds, the director of QUEEN Entertainment, John, says he has something important to discuss. Shall I let him in?" Carol asked cautiously from the doorway.

Theodore came back to his senses, wiped his face, and his expression quickly returned to its usual indifference. He gave a slight nod, Let him in."

It was the first time John had come to see Theodore alone, and he still held a sense of awe for his boss. He knocked and entered, "Mr. Reynolds, there are many documents at QUEEN Entertainment that need Miss Adams' signature, but when I called her, she said she's no longer responsible for the company and asked you to send someone to manage it as soon as possible."

John probably guessed there was a conflict between Phoebe and Theodore, which was why she wasn't showing up at the company.

Theodore's brow furrowed, "I know."

John hesitated before saying, "Mr. Reynolds, I don't know what issue there is between you and Miss Adams, but I must speak on her behalf. Since she took over QUEEN Entertainment, she has been nothing but hardworking and dedicated, with every decision made for the betterment of the company. I believe no one you appoint to manage QUEEN Entertainment will be as committed and diligent as her."

Theodore looked at the man before him, his posture straight, his eyes filled with admiration and respect for Phoebe, which made Theodore frown.

"John, focus on your own duties. How the upper management changes is not for an assistant to decide."

John's face turned a shade darker, and without the courage to refuse outright, he left the CEO's office in low spirits.

Theodore tapped his fingers on the desk, then abruptly stood up, grabbed his car keys, and exited the office, with Carol quickly approaching.

"Mr. Reynolds, there's a meeting in five minutes..."

"Cancel all my appointments for the afternoon. I'm going out. Call me if there's anything." Theodore gave his orders with crisp efficiency, already stepping into the elevator. His phone vibrated suddenly. He took it out and glanced at the message alert, a faint smile forming on his lips.

Great, he was off to Hermès to catch his runaway director!