"You trample on our life''s work just to please your first love. It''s fine for you to throw money around just for a smile from a beauty, and everyone praises you for being romantic. But sorry, I am someone who values my career too much to continue ying this game with you. If you want to support her, then find someone else to do it. I won''t apany you any longer."


    After saying her piece, Phoebe didn''t even nce at Theodore''s increasingly ugly expression. She picked up her bag and headed for the bedroom.


    Upon reaching the hallway, she saw Vanessa peeking out from the guest room door. Phoebe scoffed, "Miss Fitzroy, if you want to watch,e out and watch openly. Sneaking around is just shameful." Vanessa was furious, "I won''t stoop to arguing with a loser."


    Phoebe scoffed again and pushed open the bedroom door, mming it shut behind her.


    The sound of the mming door echoed in the hallway. Theodore, clutching the work badge, stood up with an ashen face. He had not expected Phoebe to actually walk away from her job.


    Vanessa approached cautiously, grabbing Theodore''s arm, "Theodore, Miss Ziegler has too much temper. How can shesh out at you?"


    Theodore pulled his arm away, giving her a cold nce, "It''ste. Go back to your room and rest."


    Vanessa''s hand froze mid-air, and by the time she looked up again, Theodore had already entered the bedroom. Her hand slowly clenched into a fist.


    She thought she would be happy to drive Phoebe out of QUEEN Entertainment, but now she realized she wasn''t happy at all. She had to drive Phoebe out of the Reynolds family, out of Theodore''s world!


    In the bathroom, Phoebe stood under the shower, tilting her head back to let the hot water pour over her face, washing away the fatigue and irritation.


    She had wanted to do thisst night when Theodore brought Vanessa home without a word of notice.


    She had been enduring, hoping for a moment of peace.


    But she was too naive. Whether it was Theodore or Vanessa, they always wanted more.


    Now she couldn''t bear it any longer. She wouldn''t work for them anymore. She didn''t believe that she, a distinguished Harvard University graduate with three years of experience as a chief secretary, couldn''t find a job to support herself. After her shower, she had just opened the door when she was suddenly shoved against the wall with great force.


    Her back ached from the impact, and then her throat was grasped, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to startle her. The moan she was about to utter was swallowed back as she red at the man who was inches away. "What are you doing?"


    Theodore''s eyes burned with anger, his handsome face almost pressed against hers, "Phoebe, who gave you the courage to quit?"


    Phoebe scoffed, "Wasn''t it you?"


    Theodore gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "I think you need to be taught a lesson again, to remember who''s in charge in this house." When she had thrown the work badge at him earlier, his invulnerable heart had plummeted, a sense of panic overwhelming him.


    He had a premonition that Phoebe was about to slip from his control.


    And he did not like that feeling one bit!


    Phoebe hadn''t cried earlier, but now tears fell uncontrobly, piercing her heart more than any physical pain could.


    "Yes, this house is yours, thepany is yours, QUEEN Entertainment is yours, so do whatever you want with them. But I am not yours."