Forbidden Passion
Chapter 361 I Overpowered You

In the hallway, Hank and David were there, but Phoebe was missing. Theodore frowned and asked, "Where's Phoebe?"

Hank quickly answered, "She was here a moment ago. She didn't look well and probably went downstairs."

Theodore looked at Hank coldly. "I just talked to the doctor. Vanessa's got a broken leg and can't film for a while. What's your plan?"

Hank pressed his lips together. "Mr. Reynolds, stopping production for a day costs nearly fifty thousand dollars. Plus, the actors' schedules are tight. We can't just wait for Miss Fitzroy to recover." Vanessa's role wasn't important enough to hold up everyone else.

Theodore knew this. He'd invested five hundred million dollars in the film because he believed in Hank's script.

He stared coldly at Hank. "Get to the point."

Hank suggested, "Since Miss Fitzroy can't perform, we should replace her. Ms. Ziegler would fit the role well..."

"Don't even think about it!" Theodore cut him off. Phoebe was his woman, and he wasn't letting her act.

Hank was disappointed but tried to argue, "Ms. Ziegler really fits the role."

Theodore glared at him, and Hank backed down. "It's hard to find a replacement on short notice. All the top actresses are booked."

"Then shoot other scenes for now. I'll handle the supporting role. And don't tell Phoebe. If she asks, send her to me," Theodore said calmly. Hank was speechless.

Phoebe sat in the garden, lost in thought. The night wind lifted her hair, making her look frail.

Suddenly, a little boy, about four or five, ran towards her and almost fell.

Phoebe quickly steadied him. The boy said sweetly, "Thank you."

Phoebe smiled. The boy was cute and likable, but he wore a hospital gown and had an IV. She asked, "Are you sick?"

The boy replied, "Yes, but my mom and dad said it's not serious. I'll be out in a few days. Are you sick too?"

Phoebe shook her head. Seeing the boy climb onto the bench next to her, she said, "My friend got hurt, so I came to see them." "Oh, you must be very sad. They must be a very important friend," the boy said innocently.

Phoebe smiled, thinking, 'Can a rival in love be considered an important friend?'

She asked, "Where are your mom and dad?"

The boy's face fell. "They're very busy, but my brother is here."

He pointed into the night. Phoebe followed his finger and saw someone walking towards them. The figure looked familiar.

As the person got closer, Phoebe realized it was Noah. He walked up, wearing a baseball cap and mask. "Phoebe, what a coincidence," he said.

Phoebe smiled, surprised. "I didn't know you had a little brother."

Noah waved to Antonio Myers, who jumped off the bench and ran to his side. Noah picked him up and said, "Antonio, this is my boss. Isn't she pretty?" "Wow, Noah, she's your boss? That's so cool," Antonio said excitedly. "Lady, Noah is really cool, too."

Phoebe laughed. "Yes, he's a big star. He'll be even cooler in the future."

Antonio nodded. "Yeah."

After chatting for a bit, Noah said, "Phoebe, it's time for Antonio to go to bed. I'll take him back to his room."

Phoebe nodded. "Okay."

Antonio was reluctant to leave. He took candy from his pocket and placed it in Phoebe's hand. "Phoebe, you have to come see me if you take my candy. I'm in room 302." Phoebe smiled. "Okay, I'll come see you."

Noah felt a pang of reluctance but carried Antonio away. Antonio, lying on his shoulder, asked, "Noah, do you like Phoebe?"

"Yes, I like her a lot," Noah replied.

Antonio's eyes sparkled. "Then I'll help you woo her. I like her too. She's so gentle."

As they walked away, neither noticed Theodore standing in the shadows, smoking. His expression was grim as he slowly approached Phoebe.

Phoebe felt a chill and was about to get up when a tall shadow loomed over her. She looked up to see Theodore's grim face and quickly looked away.

The next second, Theodore's large hand grabbed her chin, and he blew smoke into her face.

Phoebe coughed violently, tears welling up. She grabbed Theodore's wrist, trying to pull his hand away. "What are you doing?"

Theodore leaned in, his bloodshot eyes resembling a demon's. "Phoebe, if you need a lesson, just say it. I'll oblige!"

"You!" Phoebe's cheeks flushed with anger.

What right did Theodore have to say such things to her? He was the one hugging Vanessa earlier. She gritted her teeth. "It seems Miss Fitzroy can't satisfy you now." "You!" Theodore tightened his grip, causing Phoebe to gasp in pain.

She stubbornly glared at him, refusing to beg. "Mr. Reynolds, doesn't Miss Fitzroy find you disgusting?"

"Phoebe!" Theodore was furious. "Do you think I wouldn't dare make love with you here?"

Phoebe was stunned. She had no doubt he would follow through. Over the years, he had treated her as a tool for his release.

Theodore always got what he wanted.

She gritted her teeth, barely holding back. Her expression softened, though still a bit stiff. "How is Miss Fitzroy doing now?"

As Phoebe's attitude softened, Theodore's anger subsided. He released her and sat down beside her, his tone awkward. "She's fine and will recover after some rest." "That's good." Phoebe had no interest in kicking someone when they were down.

She calmed down and said, "Mr. Black's scenes..."

Just as she started speaking, her phone rang. Seeing it was John calling, she answered, "John, how's it going?"

"Ms. Ziegler, Lawton, and I are still on set. We've found something. Is Mr. Reynolds with you? I think it would be good for him to hear this, too," John said. Phoebe glanced at Theodore and nodded. "Call me on video."