Forbidden Passion

Chapter 65 May I Have the Honor ...

Vanessa suspected that Phoebe was mocking her, and she had evidence. "Miss Ziegler, even if I lost the battle of words, Theodore loves me." Phoebe stood up. "Our business is done, Miss Fitzroy, you may go."

Vanessa stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Not long after, John entered with some documents and saw Phoebe rubbing her temples. He asked, "Miss Ziegler, did Miss Fitzroy start another argument with you?"

Phoebe lowered her arm. "It's nothing, John. Please give me the documents."

John handed the files to her and walked with her to the office desk. He said, "Miss Adams, I have arranged a dinner appointment for you with the Publicity Department Minister of Three Kittens. It will be at Maple Leaf Town Taste, at 7 p.m."

Phoebe remembered that before falling ill, she had to discuss changing the spokesperson with Three Kittens. Her illness had delayed the progress. "Alright."

an hour's worth of work progress. Exhausted, Phoebe leaned back in her chair, lost in thought. Vanessa's words sunk into her

of coffee from her mug, the taste of coconut latte bitter enough to sting her throat, making her heart feel bitter too. She desperately tried to admonish herself not to care. But damn it,

Maple Leaf Town Taste's private room at 7

heard

Phoebe took her seat, gestured for the server to

They discussed some past memories and then moved on to today's topic. Phoebe said, "I fell ill recently, which caused a delay in many things.

wonder you didn't look well. Phoebe, take good care of yourself. Don't

Who doesn't get sick?" Phoebe smiled and brought up the

recently participated in a talent show and gained a lot of popularity. It's only been four episodes, and he has already reached second place on the new artist chart. He has great potential. Since your company is investing in this show, it's

good popularity. Many girls from our company vote for him. The young man's

Scott, what concerns do you still have?" Phoebe leaned over and poured him a glass of red wine, but he held her hand. "Phoebe, you don't