Forbidden Passion
Chapter 591 Finding Phoebe

Theodore stared into the container, his face dark and grim. The bodyguards next to him didn't even dare to breathe. After what felt like forever, Theodore finally said, "Go in and check, bring Vanessa out."

The bodyguards jumped into action, opening the lockbox, but it was empty; the five hundred million dollars was gone.

They exchanged nervous glances, not making a sound.

One of the bodyguards approached Vanessa. Blood was gushing out from under her, shocking and breathtaking.

"Mr. Reynolds, Miss Fitzroy is hurt."

Theodore's brow furrowed as he looked at Vanessa and ordered, "Carry her down. Leave two people to take her to the hospital, the rest follow me to find Bishop. He must still be here, and Phoebe might be, too." Seeing Vanessa like this, he could only imagine how badly Phoebe might be hurt.

He regretted his decision not to save Phoebe first.

The bodyguards scattered, running in all directions to search for Bishop and Phoebe.

Theodore's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the screen, picked it up, and put it to his ear. The sound of wind and waves came from the other end.

"Theodore, did you see Miss Fitzroy? I always keep my word, five hundred million dollars for one person, I returned Miss Fitzroy to you." Bishop's smug voice came through the phone.

Theodore gripped the phone tightly, "Where is Phoebe?"

At this moment, Bishop was already on a cruise ship heading to Australia. The sea breeze ruffled his hair as he grasped the railing, gazing at the white spray rising from the waves with a derisive laugh.

He sneered, "Theodore, you've already decided to save Miss Fitzroy, why bother about Phoebe's life or death? Wouldn't it be better if she died? She wouldn't get in the way of you and Vanessa being together anymore." Theodore's temples throbbed, and his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth, "I'm asking you, where is Phoebe?"

Bishop clicked his tongue lightly, seemingly regretting that he couldn't see Theodore's frantic expression, "You want to know? Then beg me."

"Bishop!" Theodore roared angrily.

Bishop laughed wildly, his laughter particularly unrestrained, "I really feel sorry for Phoebe, fifty lashes in total, her skin was torn apart, blood was flowing everywhere, and she couldn't even scream."

Upon hearing Bishop's account, Theodore's eyes blazed with fury. "Where is she?" he demanded.

Bishop continued, "Don't be in such a hurry, I haven't finished talking. You called her, she was in so much pain, but she didn't dare let you know she was hurt. When I saw her like that, I almost fell in love with her. But unfortunately, you chose to save Vanessa. Do you know how she reacted when she heard you say you chose Vanessa?"

Theodore gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Bishop added, "I couldn't bear to look. Phoebe is such a pitiful woman. You don't know how beautiful she looks covered in blood. I took a lot of photos, I'll send them to you to enjoy."

Before Bishop finished speaking, Theodore's phone vibrated a few times, and Bishop's arrogant voice came through, "I sent you the photos, you must take a look. I've never seen such a beautiful body. I originally wanted to have sex with her, but thinking that you've slept with her, I felt disgusted."

Theodore asked hoarsely, "Where is she?"

Bishop replied, "If you got the guts, find her yourself. Since you're my brother, I'll give you a hint: you need to hurry. Her wounds are still bleeding, and she's got a high fever. If you're too slow, by the time you find her, she might've bled out or be brain-damaged from the fever."

Theodore's face went pale, "Bishop, pray you never fall into my hands, or you'll wish you were dead!"

"Theodore, instead of wasting time threatening me, save your energy to find her. Otherwise, you'll end up holding a lifeless corpse, spending the rest of your life in pain and regret. Oh, I almost forgot, you don't love her at all. You might even thank me for getting rid of a troublesome woman for you."

With that, Bishop hung up.

Theodore quickly redialed but accidentally opened the photos Bishop had sent. In the photos, Phoebe was barely clothed, hanging from an iron frame.

Her exposed skin was covered in horrific whip marks, blood gushing out, dripping down her legs and pooling on the floor.

Just one look, and Theodore was about to lose his mind.

"Bishop, you beast!"

The bodyguards searched the entire dock but found no trace of Phoebe or Bishop. They ran to Theodore, only to hear his heart-wrenching roar. The usually steady and indomitable Theodore now had slumped shoulders, his whole being shrouded in despair and desolation. Everyone was stunned by this sight, not daring to make a sound.

Until Theodore suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light like a beast.

A bodyguard shivered and hurriedly said, "Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Brown just called, they found the car that kidnapped Mrs. Reynolds." Theodore turned abruptly, his steps hurried and frantic, striding towards the parked cars.

The bodyguards quickly followed. In less than two minutes, several black cars left the dock, heading towards the city.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense. None of the bodyguards dared to glance at the back seat. Theodore had been silent since getting in the car, as if he were already dead.

The sun was sinking low outside the car window, casting a somber light. It had been nearly 20 hours since Phoebe's disappearance, and finally, good news came from Lawton.

"Mr. Reynolds, we found the apartment where Mrs. Reynolds is. I'll send you the address right away." Lawton's voice was extremely excited on the phone.

Theodore quickly received the address from Lawton, just a block away. When they arrived at the apartment, it was already deserted.

Ignoring the danger, Theodore walked in front. The door was ajar, showing how hurriedly Bishop and his men had left.

His hand pressed against the door, and he paused, realizing his hand was trembling. He feared that pushing the door open would reveal a scene he was desperate not to see. "You wait outside," Theodore instructed, resolutely pushing the door open and walking in. He couldn't back down; Phoebe was still waiting for him to save her.

It was a two-bedroom apartment. The living room was a mess, and the smell of blood wafted from the bedroom. He walked in step by step.

The scene before him made his breath stop instantly.

Phoebe was hanging from an iron frame, motionless, her life or death unknown.

Even though Theodore had seen Phoebe's miserable state in the photos, witnessing the scene in person shattered him to his core.

Theodore's hands and feet were cold, his hands trembling uncontrollably at his sides. He walked over step by step, quickly untying her wrists. Phoebe fell to the ground like a broken kite, and Theodore hurriedly reached out, kneeling on the ground, gently catching her body.