Forbidden Passion

Chapter 217 Where Have You Been Cavorting?

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Brandon looked her way.

Even at a distance, Vanessa's heart skipped a beat, fearing recognition. She pretended to answer a call, averting Brandon's sharp gaze.

Satisfied with a glance, Brandon pulled the woman into a nearby residential area.

Vanessa didn't follow. Knowing which complex housed Brandon's mistress, her plan was to unwittingly lead Phoebe there and have Mrs. Reynolds catch them. Just thinking about the scene made her pulse race with excitement.

'Phoebe, just you wait. Your days are numbered!' Vanessa thought.

Phoebe stood across the street, absorbing everything - Vanessa's calculating expression didn't escape her. What she couldn't figure out was Vanessa's angle. 'Informing Mrs. Reynolds of Brandon's tryst is a thankless task, and might even draw her ire.

however foolish, won't be dumb

so excited?' Phoebe

of her eye as Vanessa hailed a taxi and sped off. Phoebe exhaled softly in relief.

Phoebe paid the fare and stepped out. At the entrance of the towering building, a security guard stopped

this was the first time Phoebe had been asked for her credentials. She arched an eyebrow and removed her

she was Theodore's personal assistant, she was almost exclusively seen in suits, distinguishable only by whether she wore

Instead, she opted for oversized blazers over white tees, embodying a blend of effortless chic and trendy freshness. Today, her outfit consisted of high-waisted palazzo pants and a knotted white T-shirt revealing a glimpse of her midriff, with a blazer tied around her waist, exuding a street-style vibe that threw the guard off. Phoebe's smile became tinged with a shy pride. "Picked up a few tricks from the artists at the company, is

guard complimented, "You

thumbs up

slightly as she pressed the floor

locking eyes with a

Phoebe paused, speechless.