Forbidden Passion

Chapter 569 Phoebe Investigated the Truth

Phoebe ditched work. She had too many questions buzzing in her head, and until she got some answers, there was no way she'd get any sleep.

She left the Golden Apartment and grabbed a cab to Venture Capital Firm. This place was smack dab in the middle of Kedora's famous financial street, with a skyscraper that screamed modern and high-tech. As soon as she walked in, the receptionist stopped her.

"Hey there, who are you here to see?"

Phoebe handed over a business card. "I'm Mr. Reynolds' chief secretary from the Reynolds Group. I need to see Mr. Douglas. Can you let him know?"

The receptionist glanced at the card, then at Phoebe, and picked up the phone to call the president's secretary. After a quick chat, she waved Phoebe through.

Phoebe took the elevator to the top floor. Milton's secretary was already waiting for her when she stepped out.

"Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Douglas is in a meeting. He asked me to bring you to his office to wait. He'll be with you as soon as he's done."

Phoebe nodded, "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Ms. Ziegler. This way, please!" The secretary led her to Milton's office, which was decked out in pure luxury. Phoebe sank into a custom-made Philadelphia leather sofa, and an assistant brought in coffee, setting it down in front of her.

She noticed the cup was a new Hermès product. Even though she was used to the finer things, Milton's level of opulence was next-level. The coffee probably wasn't worth as much as the cup.

Phoebe nodded at the assistant, picked up the cup, and took a sip. "Top-notch coffee, global limited edition. Mr. Douglas sure knows how to live it up."

"In terms of living it up, how could I compare to the top family in Kedora, right, Mrs. Reynolds?" A smooth voice came from the doorway.

up, quickly bowed to Milton, and then left, looking pretty scared of

Unlike Theodore's straight-laced look, Milton had a

please, sit. Make yourself at home, no

Douglas, I know you're busy. I wouldn't have come to bother you, but I've got a few questions I need

captivating, "I heard Mr. Ziegler left the banquet that night, had a car accident, and fell into the sea, unfortunately passing away. I'm deeply sorry.

typical businessman.

were actually tougher

you drop your guard. Once you

a straightforward guy, not one for mind games, making

I heard that at the banquet that day, you had a private chat with him. I want to

the sofa, his hand on his chin, looking all thoughtful, "I really admired Mr. Ziegler's character and talent. I actually wanted to bring

night, you were talking

The project between the Reynolds Group and my company got canned because Mr. Reynolds asked

Phoebe's hands on her lap slowly clenched

arms resting on

to lure someone into a trap, and he needed my help. As for why he wanted to do this, Mrs. Reynolds, you

wants the Reynolds Group, obviously." Milton sat up straight, looking at Phoebe's confused eyes, "Seems like you and Mr. Reynolds haven't really opened up to each other. Even though

"Whether we've opened up to

armrest, his fingers lightly tapping the sofa, "True, I just think it's a waste. How about you come work for my company, Mrs. Reynolds? I know

in check. She couldn't let Milton steer the conversation,

he would've been happy and wouldn't have left the banquet in a bad mood.