Forbidden Passion
Chapter 265 Saved

'What should I do?' She brooded.

She was unable to call for help. She looked at the middle-aged man who was close by, his breath reeking of alcohol and a nauseating stench. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, a glimmer of hope emerging from her despair. She had given up resistance and struggle. Thompson seemed to sense her change in attitude, released his grip on her leg, and reached for the zipper. It was then that Phoebe suddenly bent her legs and delivered a fierce blow, causing Thompson to scream in pain and roll away.

Phoebe's strike hit its mark, and as she heard Thompson's cries, she felt a sense of relief. However, she knew she couldn't afford to pass out. The crisis was not yet averted, and the consequences would be dire if she lost consciousness. She struggled to sit up and saw her bag, which had fallen into a corner during the chaos. Her phone was inside, her only hope for help. Phoebe crawled toward it.

Behind her, Thompson endured the intense pain, his eyes filled with malice, and watched as Phoebe made her way to the door, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Alright, Phoebe, if you insist on making me resort to violence, I'll show you the consequences of rejecting me." Phoebe's back chilled at Thompson's sinister words, and she crawled faster, but could she be faster than Thompson?

In the next moment, her ankle was grabbed by a rough hand and forcefully pulled back, her forehead hitting the chair leg, nearly causing her to faint from the pain. Before she could react, her hair was roughly grabbed, forcing her head up, and then she was slapped hard across the face. The sound of the slap echoed in her ears, her vision blurred, and her body went numb, but it wasn't over yet. Thompson gripped her hair and continued to slap her. "You bitch, I'll make sure you regret it." He had been in the entertainment industry for so many years and had never suffered such a loss. He had almost been rendered unable to continue his sexual life by Phoebe's knee. He was furious, and he lost all rationality. At this moment, he just wanted to kill Phoebe.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside, and Phoebe vaguely heard a voice at the door.

"Phoebe!" The voice was filled with anger and heartache, originally the one she feared the most, but now it became her salvation, her last bit of consciousness scattered in the wind. She knew she was safe!

Theodore strode in like a demon from hell entered the world. When he saw Phoebe's swollen cheeks and bloodied lips, it was clear she had suffered a great deal of violence. He was filled with rage and kicked Thompson to the ground. He carefully picked up Phoebe. His heart ached at the sight of her battered appearance.

"Lawton!" Lawton entered the room quickly, and Theodore placed Phoebe in his arms. His movements were gentle and careful.

"Take her out; she shouldn't see this brutal scene." Lawton looked at Theodore. The man seemed like a god of evil. His lips moved a few times, but in the end, he said nothing and carried Phoebe out of the room. Inside the room, Theodore took off his suit and draped it over the back of a chair. He calmly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, then walked slowly towards Thompson. "Tell me, how do you want to die?"