Phoebe''s eyes were red. She knew it - her mother must have secretly informed Theodore. Her mother never failed to disappoint her. She struggled fiercely as the chains chafed her wrists and ankles, causing a sharp pain. She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger welling up in her heart, and asked coldly, "Theodore, what exactly are you trying to do?"


    "Can''t you tell?" Theodore''s lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since words don''t work, I''ll use actions."


    Phoebe felt a sinking sensation in her heart. Theodore seemed off at this moment, likely agitated by her being with Edwardst night. She bit her lip and sneered, "Theodore, does Vanessa know about your strange fetishes?" "She doesn''t need to know," Theodore said coldly.


    Phoebeughed, a mockingugh. "Yes, how could you let her know, she''s the apple of your eye."@@novelbin@@


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