Forbidden Passion
Chapter 6 QUEEN Entertainment

Chapter

6

Leaving the hospital, Phoebe sat in the passenger seat, saying nothing. She was not someone who spoke sparingly, but with Theodore, she often didn't know what to say. It seemed that everything she said, except for work matters, was wrong.

The cellphone rang, and Theodore answered the call. Not knowing what the other person said, he responded coolly with a faint "Hmm" before hanging up.

Then, he turned the steering wheel, parking the car at the entrance of the overpass, and coldly said, "Take a taxi back by yourself."

Phoebe glanced at the busy overpass and then lowered her gaze to her torn dress. "This is an overpass, and my dress is also torn."

"So what?" Theodore's voice remained devoid of any fluctuation, cold and heartless.

Phoebe locked eyes with him for a few seconds, then opened the car door and got out without saying a word.

Just as she closed the car door, the black Maybach impatiently pulled away, disappearing into the vast night within the blink of an eye.

The night was deep, fortunately the rain wasn't heavy as it moistened her face.

Phoebe wrapped her suit jacket tightly around herself and walked slowly along the green belt. Passing vehicles rushed by, with a mere half a meter separating her from a life and death race.

Not long after she started walking, her phone kept vibrating in her bag. She stopped and answered the call.

"Phoebe, have the test results come out?" Mrs. Ziegler spoke without catching her breath, "You! You really have no manners. Theodore misunderstood..."

Impatiently, Phoebe interrupted her, "Even if I were to repeat the tests ten thousand times, the result would still be the same. I won't be able to have my own child anymore."

This news was undoubtedly a thunderbolt for Mrs. Ziegler. She was stunned for a moment, her voice changing, "How... How is it possible that you can no longer have children? Weren't you pregnant before?" Phoebe looked at the cars roaring past in front of her, her eyes welling with a sourness. "I'm hanging up."

She stood still for a while, her phone continuously vibrating in her bag. She didn't answer and continued walking forward.

After descending from the overpass, the luxurious business district, the International Financial Center, lay ahead.

On the wall hung a huge LED screen, currently playing clips from the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Phoebe stood in the center of the square, gazing up at the woman sitting in front of the piano on the big screen. She wore a red evening gown with her hair tied up, revealing her graceful neck.

Her slender fingers glided across the keys, producing a dense and flowing melody that resounded across the empty square. The rhythm grew faster, and the emotions became more intense and unrestrained, causing the hearts of those who listened to surge along with it.

The camera slowly zoomed in, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared on the big screen.

"It's her," Phoebe's heart tightened. "Vanessa!"

Vanessa was Theodore's first love and the goddess who had captivated countless male university students at Kedora University.

At this moment, Vanessa in front of the camera was radiant, dressed in fiery red clothes as if about to burst into flames. Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and her performance was a resounding success.

Suddenly, the camera swept over to the audience seats. In the front row behind the judges' table sat a tall, slender man. He was dressed in a suit, his gaze focused and fervently fixed on the stage.

If that person wasn't Theodore, then who was it?

The rain suddenly intensified, blurring her vision, and Phoebe shivered from the cold.

The Chopin Piano International Competition was held every five years in the capital of Poland, Warsaw. And half a month ago, Theodore had gone to Warsaw alone.

As it turned out, he had gone to see Vanessa.

Phoebe returned to her apartment, took a hot shower, and curled up in bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The next day, Phoebe furrowed her brows and woke up from her slumber. She picked up her phone and glanced at the time. It was already six-thirty in the morning. Subconsciously, she reached out to push the man beside her. Her hand reached out, but it landed on empty space.

She sat up abruptly, turned on the light, and saw that the bed next to her was neat and untouched. Only then did she realize that Theodore hadn't come back the entire night.

Phoebe felt uneasy. In the past three years, unless Theodore was on a business trip, he never stayed out overnight.

Phoebe sat motionless for a while before getting up, expressionless, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for herself. After finishing her meal, she walked to the company on foot. Just as she arrived at the company's entrance, a black Maybach pulled up in front of her. The backseat door was pushed open, and a man stepped out expressionlessly.

He was still wearing the outfit from yesterday's banquet, his shirt wrinkled as if he had spent the entire night doing questionable things.

Theodore stood at nearly two meters tall, exuding an imposing aura. Not to mention his peach-blossom eyes and thin lips, even if he had a poker face all day, he still looked like a debonair, fickle sophisticated man.

He walked past Phoebe without even glancing at her, as if she didn't exist at all.

Phoebe took a deep breath and hurriedly followed behind him.

Once they entered the CEO's exclusive elevator, Phoebe stole a glance at his strained handsome face. "Um... It's not that I want to bother you, but you didn't come back last night..."

"What's this? Do I need to report my schedule to Ms. Ziegler now?" Theodore's face turned slightly cold.

Phoebe pursed her lips.

Phoebe swallowed the second half of her sentence silently. She knew she shouldn't have spoken out, and now she was just asking for trouble.

Theodore became infuriated when he saw her pitiful and wronged expression. He tugged at his tie and his anger surged up within him. "Whato are you making that face for? If someone who doesn't know better sees you, they'll think you're really so wrongedvictimized."

Phoebe sighed inwardly. She already knew that when he's unhappy, everything she does is wrong.

"I didn't."

Theodore sneered. "QUEEN Entertainment Company is currently short on staff. Pack your things and report there later, you don't need to follow me anymore."

Phoebe's heart shook, and she looked up at him. "You want me to go to QUEEN Entertainment Company?"

QUEEN Entertainment Company was the entertainment kingdom that Theodore had personally built for Vanessa. After half a year of planning and preparation, it was set to officially open at the end of the month.

Last night, when she went back, she searched for a lot of news about Vanessa and found out that she was about to return to the country. Theodore was probably moving her away at this timing to make room for his first love. "What's wrong? Don't want to?" Theodore leaned slightly forward. "Or maybe you want to stay by my side, waiting to be...!"

The last word, he practically whispered it in her ear, vulgar and obscene.

Knowing full well that he was humiliating her again, Phoebe's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. She bit her lip and took a step back. "Alright, I'll go."

Seeing that she agreed so readily, Theodore's expression didn't soften at all. He strode out of the elevator. Along the way, everyone greeted him politely.

He walked off with a stern face, and only then did everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Phoebe's transfer order came quickly. Carol, who was also a secretary, approached her and looked at her packing. "Phoebe, why did your transfer order come so suddenly? Did you offend Mr. Reynolds?"

Carol was one of the few who knew about Phoebe and Theodore's relationship. In the daytime, Phoebe was the chief secretary of the Reynolds Group's president, and at night, she was Theodore's personal belonging. But now, he wanted to transfer Phoebe to QUEEN Entertainment Company.