"Phoebe, you can think about it carefully. Although I may not be as wealthy as Edward's family, I can offer you everything I have." Phoebe bit her lip, about to refuse, when a cold, deep voice ca from behind, "Why don't you look in the mirror yourself?"
Phoebe turned abruptly and saw Theodore leaning against the doorway. He was dressed in a tailor-made suit, looking refined and noble. Mr. Scott, feeling humiliated, was about to retaliate when he saw that it was Theodore. His face turned red, and he had no choice but to swallow his rage.
"Mr. Reynolds, I have not offended you. Why do you speak in such a hurtful manner?" Theodore stepped forward, his long legs striding as he placed both hands on the back of Phoebe's chair.
His voice was low. "Phoebe, tell him what our relationship is."
Mr. Scott looked at Theodore, then at Phoebe, and naturally understood that there was sothing special between them. He had heard so rumors before. Considering Theodore's possessiveness towards Phoebe at the mont, he thought disdainfully to himself. Phoebe acted so haughty, but wasn't she already ruined by soone long ago?
Mr. Scott stood up. "I have other matters to attend to, Phoebe. We will arrange another eting."
"Mr. Scott..." Phoebe hurried to catch up with him but was held firmly in her seat by Theodore. The private room was left with only the two of them.
Phoebe was angered and her face turned red. She glared at Theodore. "Why did you co out and cause trouble?"
Theodore, tall and overpowering when standing over her, looked at her coldly. "I caused trouble? Phoebe, did you think I was dead when that bald man touched your hand?"
"You never cared before," Phoebe said angrily. Workplace harassnt had never stopped. In the past, she was Theodore's chief secretary and often accompanied him to various social events where she was sexually harassed more than once. She rembered one ti at a dinner party when she caught the attention of the CEO from a collaborating company. He had taken her directly to the restroom, and Theodore turned a blind eye.
If she hadn't smashed the man's head, she would have been raped that day. She was lucky to have escaped that ordeal, but when she returned to her apartnt that night, Theodore took her to the shoe rack and gave her a beating. She couldn't walk properly for several days.
Theodore sneered, "Don't you mind trading your body for resources?"
"What do you an by trading my body for resources?" Phoebe was caught off guard by a sudden accusation and stared at Theodore with anger in her beautiful eyes. "Don't slander !"
"If I don't speak up, are you planning to agree to him? Phoebe, do you still rember your identity?" Theodore said through gritted teeth.
"Is it worth sacrificing myself for the resources of a spokesperson, Theodore? I don't want to argue with you. Let go!" Phoebe stood up and tried to push him away.
The next second, she was pushed back onto the chair, with Theodore's hands on either side of her, exerting a strong pressure as he looked into her eyes.
"Phoebe, if I see you being ambiguous with other n again, you'll go back ho and be a housewife for !"
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