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.

won't be dumb enough to

is she so excited?'

to the curb. Phoebe instinctively shifted aside, catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye as Vanessa hailed a taxi and sped off. Phoebe exhaled softly in relief. She didn't

stepped out. At the entrance of the towering building, a

for years, this was the first time Phoebe had been asked for her credentials. She arched an eyebrow and removed her mask. The guard did a double-take.

assistant, she was almost

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 it that

"You look

thumbs up and

hurried into the elevator as it arrived, panting slightly as she pressed the floor button

her gaze, she found herself locking eyes with a pair of cold, cynically

Phoebe paused, speechless.