Forbidden Passion

Chapter 238 A Balancing Act: Struggles and Sacrifices

Phoebe was still extremely busy, trying to secure more resources for the artists in her company. She had to navigate between major brands and film companies every day. Previously, she had been Theodore's personal secretary, accompanying him to various parties and never once being forced to drink.

Now that she was in charge herself, she had to go to great lengths to secure better resources. Most businessmen she dealt with weren't gentlemen, but rather wolves.

Phoebe could easily fend off those with ill intentions by mentioning that she was Theodore's wife, but she didn't want to rely on that. She wanted to prove herself and elevate QUEEN Entertainment to greater heights through her own abilities. Luckily, John was clever and constantly shielded her from unwanted advances and excessive drinking. Phoebe only then realized that he had an astonishingly high alcohol tolerance and could handle his liquor.

But even someone who could hold their liquor had their limits. If someone intentionally made things difficult, no one could withstand the mix of red wine, white wine, and beer.

Phoebe helped John out of the dinner party, as he stumbled and leaned on her. John, clearly drunk, asked her, "Miss Adams, did Mr. Grey agree to give me an audition opportunity?" Despite his incoherent speech, he was still concerned about the audition. Phoebe felt both touched and sad.

QUEEN Entertainment was still struggling to establish itself, and everyone wanted to take advantage of them. Just getting an audition opportunity could drive a person to stomach issues due to excessive drinking.

yes, he agreed. Don't worry about it. I'll take you

ease and worryingly said, "Miss Adams, don't worry about me. I can still drink, really, I can still drink

an instant. "Yeah, yeah,

and bought hangover medicine,

warm breeze and brushed against Phoebe's face. Standing on the steps, she stared

QUEEN Entertainment strong. By then, they wouldn't have to beg others for assistance

to John and saw his face flushed like an apple from being drunk. She couldn't bear to wake him up, as the hangover would make him feel even worse. She took off her suit jacket and put it over him. She

the streets became increasingly empty. The autumn wind blew leaves around, and there were

Phoebe sat next to John, working on her tablet and handling business matters. Suddenly, car headlights shone

the car and walked towards Phoebe, the bright lights made her squint, and she raised her hand to shield her eyes. She couldn't help but be captivated by

her ability to speak. "Why did you