Forbidden Passion

Chapter 645 Awake

Superstar Entertainment had three whole floors in the building, decked out with all the bells and whistles, making it one of the top dogs among the new entertainment companies.

Phoebe strolled into the office, and Lori hustled in with a tablet, dropping a document in front of her. "Ms. Ziegler, we nabbed this rumor-spreader online yesterday. He's been talking smack about Noah. The PR team wants to know if you wanna hit him with a lawyer's letter as a warning."

Phoebe skimmed the document, her brow furrowing. "Pass the evidence to the legal team and let them handle it."

Lori nodded, "Got it. Also, Ms. Watson called. She wants to chat about a new variety show over lunch. You free?"

"Tell her I'm in. Anything else?" Phoebe asked.

Lori continued, "Alfonso called. Noah's down with a nasty cold and won't be in for a few days. Good timing to dodge the reporters camped outside."

"Sick?" Phoebe recalled Noah's call last night. His voice did sound off; she figured he was just in a funk.

"Yeah, he's got a bad cold."

Phoebe pursed her lips, "Alright. Tell all department heads to meet in Conference Room 2 at 9:30. No excuses for being late."

"Yes, ma'am," Lori turned to leave but hesitated at the door. "Ms. Ziegler, Ernest's fans are going after Noah online, saying he's bullying newbies 'cause he's a senior."

Phoebe looked up, "Do I need to spell out how to handle this? If needed, hire some trolls to mess with them."

Lori grinned, "Got it!"

she wouldn't start a fight, but she sure as hell wouldn't back down from one. If someone dared to mess with

fans were fierce. After his injury trended yesterday, they kicked off a wave of

Noah, which only fired up Noah's fans more, sparking another round of clashes with Ernest's fans. The PR team kept tabs on

relentless. Those mocking Noah couldn't handle the heat and felt they were being unreasonable.

eye contact was sweet, but

He was still young and

fans truly liked celebs or just

PR team hired a bunch of trolls to wage an online war against Noah's

he faked being

it and was fuming over

line? If he can't cut it, we'll find

the phone a bit away, "Vanessa, I'll try to talk some sense into him again. He's

herself, passed the buck to Madison. "Fine,

Vanessa grabbed a fruit basket and headed out of the elevator, making a beeline for the

to the hospital room door, which was slightly open, and

was already awake, leaning against the headboard, looking a bit better than yesterday. His eyes swept over

darkened, and he spoke coldly, "What are

She saw Taylor and Sandra sitting on either side of the

basket on the bedside table

Sandra butted in, "Miss Fitzroy, you still got the nerve to show up here? If it weren't for you, would Theodore be in this

at?" Vanessa shot Sandra a cold

who stabbed Theodore said you were behind it. Is that true?" Sandra's tone was calm, like she was stating a boring

looked at Theodore. No wonder his gaze was so complicated earlier; he suspected her too? Vanessa snapped back, "It wasn't me, Theodore, you gotta believe