Forbidden Passion
Chapter 330 Phoebe in Danger

Phoebe had a headache again. Her phone stopped ringing, then immediately started again. Before she could answer, Evelyn's loud voice came through. "Are you trying to make me anxious to death? Why haven't you been answering the phone?" Evelyn asked.

Phoebe held back the urge to hang up. "Can you stop calling and making things worse? I'll tell you if there's any news."

Evelyn cried, "If I had a passport, I'd go myself. I wouldn't trouble you."

Phoebe was upset by Evelyn's scathing remark, almost crying. "If so, I have nothing more to say to you."

With that, she hung up.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, not wanting John to see her distress.

After a long pause, she spoke again, "John, go to the Adams Group branch and see if my brother has been in contact with anyone recently."

Although her brother was arrogant, he wouldn't borrow such a large sum to gamble unless someone deliberately led him astray.

John understood her implication. "Get it!"

John took a few sips of his soup before heading out to gather information. Phoebe didn't stay idle either. She disguised herself and went to the casino.

The casino was a den of iniquity where all sorts of people mingle. Phoebe dressed like a cute girl with heavy, smoky makeup. No one stopped her when she entered.

She stood at each gambling table for a while, pretending to chat casually while listening to people's conversations.

Donovan had told Evelyn that there were cheaters in the casino. If she could find one, she might learn some inside information.

Of course, she was only to investigate why Donovan owed a million dollars, not to cause trouble, so she kept a low profile.

But as a new face, she couldn't stay low-key.

The casino had three floors with an open middle. One side of the third floor had black glass windows. Phoebe understood that from inside, one could see everything downstairs but not upstairs. Phoebe circled around, keeping an eye on her surroundings.

She was cautious in this strange place because it was her first time there. Otherwise, she might get hurt before finding Donovan.

Upstairs, a man in a burgundy suit and mask stood in the shadows, watching her every move with great interest.

He had never seen her look so rebellious. She wore a blue wig and a black bustier that revealed a tank top. Underneath, a small leather skirt of the same color revealed long, straight, slender legs. Someone knocked and entered.

The masked man focused on Phoebe downstairs, asking, "What's the matter?"

After a subordinate whispered in his ear, the masked man frowned. "Is Theodore here, either? That's unexpected."

"He's investigating our casino. I'm worried he might find out about you," the subordinate said.

"It won't be that easily. Have you found Donovan?" the masked man asked.

"Not yet. Donovan is cunning. Once he realized he was in our trap, he went into hiding. Now the Adams Group branch is also looking for him," the subordinate replied respectfully. The masked man lit a cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Focused on them. Stop them finding Donovan first."

Donovan had heard his voice before and might recognize it if he heard it again.

So Donovan had to die.

"Understand," the subordinate replied.

The subordinate slowly retreated. The masked man continued watching Phoebe downstairs. She was cautious, like a lamb among wolves, cute and tempting. Gradually, the masked man's gaze turned greedy.

Downstairs, Phoebe felt a constant feeling of being watched. She pursed her lips, aware that someone was observing her, but she didn't know who.

She became even more careful. After wandering around the casino for two hours, she rejected several flirtatious advances. Staying longer might arouse suspicion. However, she had yet to find any valuable information. Leaving now would be frustrating.

The masked man upstairs watched her expression and suddenly spoke into a walkie-talkie. A man at the nearest gambling table received the order.

Just as Phoebe was about to leave, she saw the man cheating at the nearest table. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly pointed the hidden camera on her body at him. She captured the entire cheating process, finally getting evidence and planning to leave.

But she didn't know that her every move was being spied on by the masked man upstairs. He was eagerly waiting for the lamb to walk into the lion's den. The masked man signaled his bodyguards to go downstairs and capture her.

Phoebe headed for the door when she suddenly noticed several black-clad bodyguards coming down from the second floor, seemingly searching for someone. Her heart raced, sensing danger. 'They are likely after me.'

She moved quickly toward the exit, removing the scarf from her hair and tying it around her chest, turning it into a strapless top.

She swiftly removed her wig, tossed it under a gambling table, and took off her exaggerated earrings and eyelashes. The group passed by her without recognizing her. Phoebe lowered her head and quickened her pace towards the door.

Just as she reached the exit, someone behind her shouted in a foreign language. "Stop!" She pretended not to hear and bolted for the door.

The black-clad bodyguards reacted, quickly chasing after her.

Phoebe's heart pounded as she felt a gust of wind behind her. She instinctively dodged to the side, seeing a burly man crash to the ground.

Terrified, she didn't look back as she rushed out of the casino. She ran, hearing the foreign shouts behind her but not understanding; she just knew she had to escape.

On the empty street, beside her heartbeat, she heard the footsteps closing in. She ran with all her strength.

She couldn't let them catch her, or death would be a mercy.

Her lungs felt like they were collapsing, and her legs weakened.

She ran a block, with her pursuers closing in.

Fear pushed her beyond her limits. Phoebe forced herself to run another thirty feet, harder than she ever had in any race.

Ahead, car headlights turned on. The vehicle sped towards her without slowing down. Phoebe panicked.

The headlights illuminated her fearful eyes. She stared at the blinding lights, thinking only one thing. 'It's over!'