The black sedan slowly vanished into the night. Phoebe stepped aside, waiting for Guadalupe to bring the car around, when suddenly Theodore's deep voice cut through the air. "When did you get so close with Milton?"

Phoebe was rocking a black vest today, paired with black wide-leg pants and high heels, looking both casual and stylish.

The night breeze gently blew, causing her pant legs to sway lightly, and the dark patterns on them shimmered with silver light, making her figure look particularly slender. Phoebe casually glanced at Theodore with her hands in her pockets.

She said with a blank expression, "We became friends when we started our business abroad."

Theodore's fingers at his side slightly curled, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line. "I don't like him. Stay away from him."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Reynolds, what gives you the right to order me around?"@@novelbin@@

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