Forbidden Passion
Chapter 511 Hit Theodore

Theodore's phone was loud enough for Vanessa to hear everything. She thought, 'Phoebe, go ahead and mess up. If you sleep with another guy, Theodore will definitely dump you.' "Send me the address," Theodore said before hanging up.

He looked at Vanessa. "Vanessa, I gotta go. Ruby will take you for the rabies shot."

Then he left the hospital without a second thought.

As soon as he got in the car, Christopher's message popped up. Theodore hooked up the GPS, turned the wheel, and sped off.

At the bar, Phoebe was wasted, dancing wildly on stage with Cindy.

Both Phoebe and Cindy were eye-catching, and a bunch of guys started dancing close to them.

From below, Christopher saw some guys getting too close to Phoebe. He rushed over to shield her.

The dance floor was packed, people bumping into each other constantly.

While fending off hands, Christopher yelled in Phoebe's ear, "Phoebe, Theodore's almost here. Calm down."

Seeing those guys all over Phoebe made him mad, and he knew Theodore would be even worse.

If Theodore saw this, he'd either beat up those guys or Phoebe.

Phoebe pushed Christopher away, slurring, "You're so annoying, get lost."

She was so drunk, swaying and dancing wildly.

Christopher saw Theodore walk in, his face looking scary under the changing lights.

He waved. "Theodore, over here!"

Theodore spotted Phoebe on the dance floor, going wild with Cindy.

His eyes narrowed, cold and unfeeling. He brushed off the women clinging to him and strode onto the dance floor.

Seeing Theodore's angry face, Christopher decided to bail. "Theodore, she's all yours. I'm out."

Theodore grabbed Phoebe and Cindy, trying to drag them out. But they resisted.

"Let go, I'm not done dancing," Phoebe struggled.

Cindy rushed to help. "What are you doing? Let go of my Phoebe!"

Theodore felt a headache coming on. If he knew Cindy was here, he'd have called Patrick to get her.

He warned, "You two better behave. We'll settle this outside."

Hearing his voice, Phoebe thought she was hallucinating. She leaned closer, looking at him with blurry eyes.

She giggled, "Cindy, I think I see Theodore."

Cindy, also drunk, giggled too, "Where?"

Phoebe pointed at Theodore. "Here, a big jerk. I must be seeing things. He's supposed to be at the hospital with Vanessa, keeping her mom company." Theodore frowned and corrected, "She's my teacher."

Phoebe started fussing. "What student hangs out at the hospital with their teacher all the time? Nice try, but I'm not buying it."

Cindy, still tipsy, chimed in, "Yeah, where do you find such a good student these days? Total scumbag."

Theodore's face darkened asPhoebe and Cindy were taking turns mocking him.

"Since you look a lot like Theodore, don't blame us for being rude," Phoebe and Cindy exchanged a glance, then turned to Theodore with mischief in their eyes. Before Theodore could react, Phoebe and Cindy both swung at him, landing punches on his handsome face.

The room fell silent.

Christopher, watching from a distance, couldn't believe his eyes. 'Holy crap, did Phoebe and Cindy just beat up Theodore?' he exclaimed inwardly.

Half an hour later, in a private room at the bar, Phoebe and Cindy stood unsteadily while Theodore sat on the sofa, glaring at them with a dark expression. He licked his lips, tasting blood. His handsome face was bruised.

Theodore didn't want to recall the past half hour. Just the thought made his anger rise.

He crossed his arms, glaring sharply. "Drinking?"

Phoebe and Cindy lowered their heads, listening to the scolding. Cindy wasn't as drunk as Phoebe. After hitting Theodore, she sobered up quickly. However, with the realization that she had hit Theodore, the most powerful man in Kedora, Cindy wished she could chop off her own hand. Cindy thought, 'That's Theodore! Will he throw me to the sea and feed to the fish?'

Seeing Phoebe going wild, hitting Theodore, pulling his hair, and biting his ear, Cindy decided to play along and pretend to be drunk. Thus, Cindy pretended to be drunk, going wild with Phoebe, and ended up being dragged into the private room by Theodore.

"I didn't drink your booze," Phoebe hiccuped, her voice hoarse. Her face was flushed, and her eyes unfocused.

Theodore's anger flared. "Talking back? You got a cold, and instead of resting, you're out drinking and hitting people. You think you're in the right?" Phoebe retorted, "None of your business, scumbag."

Theodore took a deep breath, glaring at Phoebe. "So this is what you think of me, huh? Finally saying it out loud."

Phoebe lifted her head, barely conscious. If Cindy wasn't holding her, she would have collapsed. "I don't want to talk to you. Cindy, let's go home." Cindy, being dragged by Phoebe, glanced at Theodore's dark expression, terrified.

Cindy thought, 'Theodore is so scary when he's angry!'

At that moment, the private room door opened, and a tall man wearing a baseball cap and mask walked in. Patrick immediately sensed the tension. He asked, "What's going on here?"

Theodore stood up and pulled Phoebe into his arms, nodding towards Patrick. "Take your woman home. If she drags Phoebe out drinking again, I'll come after you." Sensing something was off, Patrick didn't ask further. He tapped Cindy's nose. "You've got guts, dragging Mr. Reynolds' woman out?"

Cindy replied, "Cut the crap, let's go."

Cindy grabbed Patrick's wrist, pulling him out of the private room, afraid that if they delayed any longer, Theodore's gaze would slice her to pieces.