Forbidden Passion
Chapter 705 What Did You Do

Bishop stared at the whip in his hand, his eyes wide with fear as he backed away, shouting, "Theodore, I'm part of the Johnson Family now! If you hurt me, they won't let you get away with it!" Theodore stepped closer, whip in hand, and looked down at Bishop. "How many times did you whip her? Over fifty, right? It's been three years. How about I give you two hundred?" Before Bishop could respond, Theodore lashed him once. Bishop screamed, and a red welt appeared on his white shirt.

Theodore scratched his ear and said coldly, "Gag him."

The bodyguards moved in. Without a cloth, they pulled off their socks and stuffed them into Bishop's mouth. Bishop kept cursing until the socks silenced him.

With Bishop gagged, the room fell silent..

Theodore didn't hold back, each lash fueled by three years of pent-up rage. Bishop twitched with every strike. At first, he howled, but soon he didn't have the strength to make a sound.

The stench of the socks made Bishop want to vomit. He wanted to spit them out and tell Theodore it wasn't him who hurt Phoebe, but he had no chance.

The whip cracked through the air. Theodore paused, unbuttoning his shirt and rolling up his sleeves to move more freely.

Just then, Theodore's phone rang.

Ignoring it, he lashed Bishop again. Seeing Bishop covered in blood, he sneered, "Do you know what I thought when I found Phoebe and saw her injuries?" Bishop was barely conscious.

"I wanted to tear you apart, Bishop. You could mess with me, but you crossed the line when you hurt her. If you walk out of here alive today, stay far away from her. If you show up in front of her again, I'll make sure you have no place to rest in peace."

Bishop glared at Theodore with hatred.

Theodore lashed out again, and Bishop's body twitched and then went limp.

"Mr. Reynolds, it's a call from Mr. Brandon Reynolds." A bodyguard approached, showing an unfamiliar number that Theodore recognized instantly. He squinted and said coldly, "Hang up. I'm busy."

The bodyguard hesitated. "But Mr. Brandon Reynolds insists on speaking with you, Mr. Theodore Reynolds. You should take the call."

Theodore shot him a cold look, making the bodyguard's scalp tingle. Finally, Theodore took the phone. Brandon's angry voice came through immediately. "Theodore, where did you take Bishop? What are you doing?"

Theodore moved the phone away from his ear and sneered, "You sound pretty close. You've been looking for him for the past three years, haven't you?" Brandon's breath caught. He had been pretending to have amnesia but secretly sent people abroad to find Bishop.

Brandon always felt guilty about Bishop.

Pretending to have amnesia was a last resort. He couldn't let the family fall apart, so he had to endure it, watching things spiral out of control. "Theodore, don't kill him!"

Theodore's eyes blazed with anger as he said coldly, "When he tortured Phoebe for five billion dollars, did he ever think about the consequences? Mr. Reynolds, if he steps into Kedora, he better be ready to never leave." "Theodore!" Brandon panted, "Consider it my debt to you. Let him go this time. I promise he won't hurt anyone around you again."

"And how do you plan to guarantee that?" Theodore's voice was icy.

Brandon replied, "I'll transfer all my remaining shares to you, Theodore. Just let him go this once, I beg you."

Theodore gripped his phone tightly, silent for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "Fine, but you better keep your word!"

After hanging up, Theodore handed the phone back to the bodyguard, who took it with a nervous expression. Looking at the battered Bishop, he asked, "Mr. Reynolds, what should we do now?" Theodore tossed the whip to him, "Get rid of the whip. As for him, leave him alone."

With that, Theodore walked away.

The way Bishop had treated Phoebe was now how Theodore treated Bishop. Whether Bishop survived was up to fate.

The bodyguard wiped the fingerprints off the whip with a handkerchief, then set it on fire with a lighter. Once it was reduced to ashes, he quickly left and got into the car.

Not long after they left, someone came and took Bishop away.

For several days, Phoebe was on edge until Theodore showed up again. He was dressed in a simple, well-fitted grey shirt that made him look even more composed and handsome. Phoebe didn't look pleased to see him. "What do you want, Mr. Reynolds?"

Theodore's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I came to see if you missed me."

Phoebe, holding a bouquet of flowers, replied coldly, "Mr. Reynolds, I have things to do and no time for your nonsense."

Theodore glanced at the flowers in her arms. "Are you going to the cemetery?"

Phoebe had been back in the country for almost two months but hadn't found time to visit the cemetery. She said, "Where I go is none of your business, Mr. Reynolds." Seeing her sharp words, Theodore felt a strange warmth in his heart. "Let me drive you."

"No need."

Phoebe tried to leave but was grabbed by Theodore. She struggled but couldn't break free, so she stopped wasting her energy and asked in confusion, "What exactly do you want, Mr. Reynolds?" "Today, I'll be your driver."

Phoebe pressed her lips together. She knew that once Theodore decided on something, it couldn't be changed. Instead of wasting time arguing, she decided to go along with it. "Alright, it's quite an honor to have Mr. Reynolds as my driver."

Theodore ignored her sarcasm, opened the passenger door, and invited her to get in. Phoebe frowned but got in anyway.

After she got in, Theodore leaned over to help her with the seatbelt, but she beat him to it and said in a distant tone, "I can do it myself."

Theodore's lips pressed together as he straightened up and closed the door.

He got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car. "You don't need to worry about Bishop for now. He won't have the energy to bother you."

Phoebe remembered Theodore taking Bishop away a few days ago. She turned to look at him and asked curiously, "What did you do to him?"

Theodore glanced at her and said in an indifferent tone, "Whatever he did to you, I did the same to him."