Forbidden Passion
Chapter 499 You Were Too Ugly

Phoebe finally found her way out and heard some crazy noise coming from the next room. She could barely make out Taylor's voice and bolted in. What she saw left her totally speechless.

Taylor was on top of a woman, yanking the hair of two other ladies. No doubt, Taylor had won this round.

A few young beauty consultants nearby were freaking out, trying to calm things down but too scared to step in.

"Taylor, why are you beating us up? We didn't go after Brandon. If you're mad, go after the mistress. Ouch, my new nose job!"

Phoebe rushed over, catching a classic catfight in action. Even the high-society ladies got down and dirty sometimes. "Taylor, you okay?" Phoebe asked.

Taylor had a few scratches on her face, but she still looked fierce. "I'm good. I could take on three more of them."

Phoebe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Taylor, let them go. Let's talk it out. If you're still mad, I'll back you up later."

Taylor chuckled at Phoebe. After letting off some steam, she felt a bit down and let go.

The two ladies whose hair had been yanked quickly backed off, shaking like leaves. Phoebe helped Taylor up from the other woman. Seeing the long nail marks on Taylor's face, Phoebe frowned and gave the room a stern look. "Who did this to her?"

Taylor waved it off. "Forget it. They're worse off than me. Let's bounce. I must've been blind before."

Taylor had thought of these three as friends, but when she hit a rough patch, they laughed behind her back. Not worth keeping around.

Phoebe pursed her lips, kinda getting how Taylor felt. "Let's head back. I got some snacks and sweet wine ready."

Sometimes, the friends you partied with were just surface-level. In a lifetime, you might only find one who truly gets you.

Phoebe helped Taylor out. The three behind them had mixed feelings, wanting to call out to Taylor but too scared, feeling super anxious.

Back in the private room, the beauty consultant saw the scratches on Taylor's face and quickly washed off her mask, applying aloe vera gel to calm the inflammation. The room had a hot spring. Taylor sat by the pool, dipping her feet in. With her makeup off, you could see fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Phoebe said, "Taylor, you were so fierce just now, like a warrior queen."

Taylor turned to her, smiling self-deprecatingly. "I can only show off in front of them. But the fight was good; at least I vented my anger and don't feel so bottled up." Phoebe laughed. "If I had known, I should've taken you to a boxing gym and let you punch a row of human sandbags to your heart's content." Taylor smiled, genuinely feeling much better.

Phoebe handed her a glass of sweet wine. Taylor took a sip. "This wine's good. Too bad Madison can't enjoy it."

On the beauty bed, Madison was sleeping so soundly that even an earthquake wouldn't wake her. Clearly, she hadn't slept well the night before. "She sleeps so well; she can crash anywhere," Phoebe said enviously.

Taylor put the glass back on the edge, turned to Phoebe, and asked, "You didn't go to the party last night. Where were you?"

Phoebe was caught off guard. "Taylor, does the Reynolds Group have a shipping company?"

Taylor thought for a sec and replied, "Beats me. You'd have to ask Theodore. The Reynolds Group originally made its dough in coal mining." Phoebe knew Taylor came from money and later married Brandon. Taylor probably didn't have a clue about the nitty-gritty of the Reynolds Group. "But why the sudden interest?" Taylor asked.

Phoebe looked down at her wine and said, "Oh, nothing. Just curious, that's all."

Taylor shrugged. "Alright."

With the topic changed, Taylor didn't push Phoebe about skipping the party. After soaking in the hot spring and getting a body treatment, Taylor was yawning from exhaustion. Phoebe couldn't bear to tire Taylor out any further. She woke Madison and sent both Taylor and Madison back to the estate.

In a noisy bar, Vanessa sat in a corner, watching the young crowd go wild on the dance floor. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.

She looked up to see Bishop sitting across from her and said, "I heard the Reynolds family is in chaos. Taylor's divorcing Mr. Reynolds. You've waited so many years, and it's finally happening." Bishop swirled his drink, a mocking smile on his lips. "Turns out it's so easy to wreck them."

"It was always easy," Vanessa said, "You just didn't want to go against Mr. Reynolds because of your filial piety. Otherwise, you could've claimed your heritage ten years ago." Bishop sneered. "I don't care about it. I just won't let anyone take what's rightfully mine."

"If you had thought this way earlier, you wouldn't have suffered a broken leg." Vanessa paused. "How's Marlowe feeling now?"

Bishop tightened his grip on the glass. "She hasn't stepped out of her room today. She might be really disappointed in me. But if we don't fight, others will walk all over us." Vanessa said, "Exactly, so we must fight. Mr. Reynolds, as long as we team up, we can get whatever we want."

Bishop looked at her coldly. "Vanessa, a lie is still a lie. It'll eventually come out. You can only fool them for so long. As long as they're still married, they'll eventually go public." "You're right, but a lie needs someone to believe it. Look, didn't Donovan believe it?" Vanessa's eyes gleamed with pride.

Bishop asked, "What did you do to him?"

Vanessa looked very pleased with herself. She took a sip of her drink and said, "It's simple. I heard Donovan's father, Harper, died in a shipwreck. Just stir up some drama about that, give Donovan some vague evidence, and guide him to investigate. He'll totally buy what he finds."

Donovan's foolish actions in Starfall City were enough to prove he was impulsive, foolish, and naive.

Bishop squinted. "Miss Fitzroy, you are very good at manipulating people."

"Those who are manipulated are just stupid." Vanessa's eyes flashed with malice. "The script I wrote for him has just begun. The real show is just starting. Let's wait and see."

Bishop put down his glass and looked at Vanessa's face, twisted by hatred and desire. He said, "Vanessa, if I were Theodore, I wouldn't choose you either."

"What did you say?" Vanessa was both shocked and angry.

Bishop picked up the cane beside him, his eyes full of disdain. "Your face is too ugly. I don't like it."