Forbidden Passion
Chapter 475 From Now On, You Earn Money to Support Me

Madison bolted out of the office and spotted Phoebe chilling against the secretary's desk. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she stomped up to Phoebe. Madison hollered, "Phoebe, don't get too full of yourself. Theodore will always love Vanessa the most. He'd never fall for a servant's daughter like you." Carol shot back, "Hey, stop talking like that!"

Madison threw Carol a nasty look and stormed off, fuming.

The secretary's desk went dead silent. Carol glanced nervously at Phoebe, "Ms. Ziegler, you know Miss Reynolds always talks trash. Don't let it get to you." Phoebe straightened up and shrugged, "I know. I've heard worse. I'll get back to work."

Carol nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."

Phoebe walked into the CEO's office. Theodore heard the commotion and looked up. Seeing it was her, he motioned her over with a finger. "Come here." Phoebe hesitated for a sec but still walked over and stood by the desk.

Theodore gave her a disapproving look. "Why are you standing so far away? I won't bite. Come closer."

Phoebe reluctantly walked around the desk to his side. Theodore reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

"I heard you went to Queen Entertainment?" Theodore rested his chin on her shoulder.

Phoebe replied, sulking, "Yeah."

"You like entertainment companies that much? How about I fund one for you?" Theodore tilted his head to look at her unhappy face.

"No!" Phoebe shook her head. Even if Theodore funded another one, it wouldn't be Queen Entertainment. "I'll start my own company when I make enough money," she stated firmly. Theodore squinted his eyes, his well-manicured fingers pinching her chin, turning her face towards him. "So ambitious?"

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Yeah."

Theodore stared into her eyes for a long time before letting out a low chuckle. "Alright, I'll wait for you to make money and support me."

That was a bit of a stretch.

"The CEO of the Reynolds Group needs me to take care of him?" Phoebe thought it was a joke. She wanted to start her own company to avoid being controlled by Theodore in her career. Theodore affectionately kissed her ear and said, "If you don't want me to take care of you, then you take care of me. I don't mind."

Phoebe was speechless.

She never dreamed Theodore would say something like that. She looked at him in disbelief. "You're a billionaire, but you want me to take care of you? Are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding. I actually like the idea." Theodore's lips moved from her brow to her eyelids, down her straight nose, and finally covered her lips.

Theodore murmured against her lips, "Phoebe, work hard and take care of me in the future."

Phoebe didn't know if she was crazy or if Theodore was, but the thought of making money to support Theodore and having him follow her every command was quite satisfying.

She said, "I'll work hard and try to achieve my dream soon."

Theodore chuckled happily, "Alright, I'll wait and see."

His tone clearly showed he was just humoring Phoebe, but it still ignited a sense of determination in her.

"Underestimating me, huh? Someday, I'm going to make big bucks and have you stay home to cook and take care of the kids, anxiously waiting for me to come home every day," Phoebe daydreamed. After work, Phoebe headed to the hospital. She grabbed some flowers and fruit to visit Quimby, the guy she hit last night.

She wasn't trying to be a saint. She knew Quimby might've set her up, but she still came to face the music.

When she got there, two traffic cops were just leaving the ward. They nodded at her. "Ms. Ziegler, Quimby woke up. We were just taking his statement and were about to find you."

Phoebe replied, "Thanks. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"Well, Quimby insists you broke traffic rules and hit him, claiming his arm is broken and wants to hold you criminally responsible," one of the traffic cops said.

Phoebe frowned and was about to speak when the ward door suddenly flew open. Ingrid appeared at the door.

As soon as Ingrid saw Phoebe, she got all worked up and pointed at her, yelling, "You murderer! What are you doing here? Not satisfied with just hurting him, do you also want to take away his oxygen supply?" Phoebe looked at her coldly. "Mrs. Navarro, you must've seen the road surveillance video from last night. I was driving normally, and Quimby suddenly rushed out. It's not my fault."

"How is it not your fault?" Ingrid's voice suddenly shot up. "You're a murderer! Everyone, look! This woman tried to kill my son."

A crowd started gathering around the ward, pointing fingers at Phoebe.

Phoebe spoke calmly, "I have no past grudges or recent beef with Quimby. Why would I want to kill him? Ms. Larsen, if you slander me, I can hold you criminally responsible."

"Did you hear that? She wants to hold me criminally responsible?" Ingrid spat. "I heard you're the mistress of the Reynolds Group's boss. Your conduct is shady, and your character isn't much better. Today, I'll bring you to justice." With that, Ingrid lunged at her.

The two traffic cops reacted quickly. One shielded Phoebe while the other stopped Ingrid. "Mrs. Navarro, please calm down."

Ingrid struggled to get to Phoebe, trying to scratch her face. "You bitch! You hurt Quimby. I'll kill you."

Phoebe frowned, and the cop beside her advised, "Ms. Ziegler, Mrs. Navarro is too emotional. You should leave and come back when she's calmed down."

Phoebe looked at Ingrid for a while before nodding. Under the cops' protection, she got into the elevator. The doors slowly closed.

Through the elevator doors, she saw Ingrid standing in front of the ward. Ingrid almost instantly calmed down from her frenzied state.

Phoebe squinted suspiciously. Ingrid's dramatic emotional outburst was probably aimed at keeping her away from Quimby. Or, at keeping her out of the ward altogether.

Phoebe turned to the cop standing next to her. He was trying to comfort her, "Ms. Ziegler, it's normal for family members to be emotional. Don't take it to heart. The main responsibility for the accident doesn't lie with you." "Yeah." Phoebe paused. "By the way, officer, when you were taking the statement in the ward, Mrs. Navarro and Quimby, was there anyone else there?"

"How did you know, Ms. Ziegler?" The cop looked at her in surprise. "There was a girl who said her last name was Reynolds."

Phoebe's lips curled slightly. It was indeed Madison's doing. Madison went to great lengths to hide her true identity.