Forbidden Passion

Chapter 469 Madison Smashed Grace's Store

In less than half an hour, Ulysses came back with Grace, looking all pumped up. "Ms. Ziegler, Grace did so awesome that Vincent decided to keep her."

"For real?" Phoebe's eyes lit up, and she quickly glanced at Grace, who shyly nodded. Phoebe was stoked. "That's awesome, glad you can stay."

Grace clasped her hands, clearly excited too. "Vincent had me spar with the killer. I got a bit flustered and tripped over myself. Vincent then said it was good and decided to keep me." Phoebe and Evan exchanged looks, and Phoebe couldn't help but laugh. "Vincent is such a character."

Evan rubbed his high, straight nose and grinned. "He sure is something."

Ulysses quickly chimed in, "Grace is being too modest. Vincent said her acting was so natural, no one could tell she was acting. Everyone watching was blown away. She really nailed it." "Ulysses, it's not that big of a deal. I really did trip over myself," Grace quickly explained.

Seeing this, Phoebe finally felt relieved. "It's great you can stay. Grace, you should learn from Evan and the others. They're all pros and can teach you a lot."

"I get it, Phoebe. I'll work hard." Grace responded, a hint of determination in her voice as she unconsciously switched to calling Phoebe by her first name. Phoebe smiled and turned to Evan. "Then I'll leave Grace in your hands. Take good care of her for me."

Evan replied, "Sure, but you owe me a meal."

"I'll definitely treat you," Phoebe agreed, then turned to Grace. "When does Vincent want you to join the crew? Do you need to go back and pack your stuff?" "Vincent wants me to come to the crew tomorrow afternoon. I still need to go back to the company and report the upcoming schedule to my agent," Grace said. Phoebe nodded. "Alright, then we'll head out now."

"I'll see you out," Evan said, grabbing his military coat and following Phoebe and Grace out of the dressing room before Ulysses could say anything. Ulysses scratched his head, puzzled by Evan's keenness towards Phoebe.

Grace walked beside Phoebe, listening to her chat with Evan and realizing that their conversation was more casual than serious.

dressing room wasn't far from the crew's entrance, and they got there in no time. Evan stopped and looked down at

a hot water bottle. "It's freezing out here. You should head back. When you have time,

hands in his coat pockets and didn't take the bottle. "I have plenty of these. Just keep it.

the hot water bottle back into his hands. "Your fans gifted it to you. It may not be worth much, but it's a sweet gesture. We're heading out now. See you

but he saw Phoebe and Grace leaving the crew. Phoebe walked away gracefully, waving at him with her back

a slight smile and thought, 'Phoebe is indeed

Phoebe. Over the past few days, she had heard many rumors about Phoebe at Queen Entertainment. Word was that Phoebe was Theodore's lover. For some unknown reason, she had ticked off Theodore and was sent to Queen Entertainment to help his first love, Vanessa, manage the

last. Out of nowhere, Theodore lost it and yanked

could wrap their heads around why Theodore would let Vanessa run the show. She clearly had no clue and was bound

chaos, and everyone was on edge, thinking they might

From her words to her actions, Phoebe made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "What's up?" Phoebe noticed her

bit her lip and cautiously asked, "Phoebe, how did you and Evan meet? You guys seem super

got to know each other

was surprised. "That

people aren't complicated. Look, I had a meal at your place, and now I know you, too," Phoebe said with

promo contracts with Queen Entertainment, I was shocked." Back then, no one had heard of Queen Entertainment. Evan's fans were losing it on social media, but now Grace

laugh.

outside Grace's house. Phoebe looked through the windshield and saw tables and chairs outside the restaurant all messed up. Phoebe quickly parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt,

gathered around, and when they saw Grace return, the neighbors made way. "Grace, go check. Your father got