Forbidden Passion
Chapter 445 Congratulations on Getting What You Wished For

"Congrats, Miss Fitzroy," Phoebe said, shaking Vanessa's hand with a genuine smile.

Phoebe had been worried about the delay in transferring Queen Entertainment to Vanessa, but now she could relax.

Vanessa sighed in relief. Since Queen Entertainment was hers, she could finally stand tall in front of Phoebe.

As Vanessa shook Phoebe's hand, she flashed a smile as sharp as Medusa's gaze. "Thanks, Ms. Ziegler. Looking forward to your guidance."

"Forget the guidance," Phoebe said, pulling her hand back, wishing she could disinfect it. "I've got nothing to do here, so excuse me, I'll head upstairs to work."

Phoebe emphasized "upstairs," enjoying the way Vanessa's face stiffened. She turned and walked out.

Theodore frowned slightly and told Vanessa, "Get familiar with things first. I have a meeting."

Before Vanessa could ask him to stay, Theodore strode out of the conference room, disappearing from sight. She clenched her fists, filled with jealousy and hatred. "Someone, push me to the director's office," she demanded coldly. Madison walked in quickly and saw Vanessa's gloomy face. "Vanessa, why aren't you happy?" she asked.

Vanessa's expression softened a bit. "No, I'm very happy."

Madison noted the disconnect but chose not to confront it, instead urging Vanessa towards the door. "Vanessa, Theodore and Phoebe are almost done. Just be patient a little longer." Vanessa's heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Did you see the band-aid on the back of Theodore's head? Phoebe threw something at him. Their relationship has been terrible lately. They might get divorced soon," Madison whispered. Vanessa gripped the wheelchair's armrests, her mind racing with thoughts of Phoebe and Theodore's divorce. Her chance was coming.

"Phoebe dared to hit Theodore on the head. What if she seriously injured him? She's so vicious," Vanessa said angrily. "Yeah, and they're hiding it from my grandma," Madison grumbled. "If my grandma knew, Phoebe would be in trouble." Vanessa's mind raced. "Sarah doesn't know?"

"Yeah, my grandma sleeps deeply and didn't hear anything. Otherwise, she would have dealt with Phoebe last night," Madison explained.

Throwing something at his head was practically trying to kill Theodore. Sarah would be heartbroken if she knew.

A calculating look flashed in Vanessa's eyes. She beckoned Madison over and whispered a few words in her ear.

Madison's heart skipped a beat, looking troubled. "Vanessa, if Theodore finds out, he won't let me off."

"You're Theodore's sister; he won't do anything to you. Don't you hate Phoebe, too?" Vanessa encouraged her. Madison thought for a moment. "Alright then."

Phoebe walked into the elevator, and as the doors were closing, a slender hand stopped them.

Her gaze rose to meet Theodore's as he entered, his demeanor as icy and formidable as ever. She instinctively took two steps back, distancing herself from this dangerous man. Theodore's eyes darkened. Was he really that scary?

"You."

"You."

They both spoke at the same time, then paused. Theodore broke the silence first. "What do you want to say?"

Phoebe glanced at the black band-aid on the back of Theodore's head. He was so tall and imposing that you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

She hesitated and pointed at the band-aid. "Is your head okay? Did you go to the hospital this morning?"

Theodore was surprised by her concern. Just last night, she had shown no hesitation in hurling objects in his direction. "It's a small injury, nothing serious," he replied casually. "But there was so much blood," Phoebe replied.

Theodore looked at her intently, prompting Phoebe to swiftly change the subject. "If you say it's nothing, then it's nothing. What did you want to say?"

"The Reynolds Group and some other big companies are donating supplies to remote areas. This year, it's our turn to deliver them. You're coming with me," Theodore said. Phoebe knew about this. The company had a charity event every year at the end of the year. Usually, the vice president would go, but this year Theodore was going himself. "You're going personally this year?" Phoebe asked, surprised he could find the time given how busy the end of the year is.

Theodore squinted at her. "What? You don't want to go?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just curious why you're going this year. Usually, the vice president handles it," Phoebe said.

Theodore ignored her question. "Go pack up. We'll leave this afternoon with the supply trucks."

Phoebe didn't expect it to be so sudden. "Okay."

The elevator reached the executive floor, and Theodore's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and said to Phoebe, "Pack my luggage, too. I'll have Jack pick you up later." With that, he answered the call and walked out of the elevator.

"Grandma, why are you calling me?" Theodore's deep voice faded away. Phoebe stood in the elevator, watching him disappear. She pressed the button for her floor.

Theodore walked into his office, and Sarah's excited voice came through the phone. "I heard you and Phoebe fought last night, and she injured your head. What happened? How could she be so harsh?" Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose. "Grandma, I'm fine."

"I heard you bled a lot. Are you okay? Did you go to the hospital?" Sarah asked urgently.

"Yeah," Theodore replied helplessly.

"Where's Phoebe? Bring her home tonight. I need to talk to her. How could she hit you on the head?" Sarah had overheard the servants talking and found out about the incident.

Thinking of Theodore bleeding profusely, she couldn't help but worry.

"We have a business trip this afternoon, so we won't be coming home. Don't worry, I'm fine," Theodore reassured her.

After hanging up, Theodore touched the back of his head. Even a light touch made him wince in pain.

Sarah was right; Phoebe had been quite ruthless this time.

Phoebe was no longer as submissive as before. This new Phoebe excited him even more, making him want to conquer her!