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!"

fight, but she sure as hell wouldn't back down from one. If

his injury trended yesterday, they

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

heat and felt they were being unreasonable. After getting roasted, Noah's fans were totally pissed. Still, Noah's fans were a bit

the disbandment concert, Noah and Phoebe's eye contact was sweet, but now Noah's fans

want Noah to be some love-struck fool. He was still young and shouldn't be

just craved a

Phoebe's orders, the PR team hired a bunch of trolls to wage an online war against Noah's haters,

Facebook storm left Ernest scolded, and he faked being sick to skip program

and was fuming over Ernest's

little hiccup, what's he gonna do down the line? If he can't cut it, we'll find someone

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

to deal with Ernest herself, passed the buck to Madison.

out of the elevator, making a beeline for the hospital room. She'd been bending over backward

got to the hospital room door, which was slightly open, and heard Taylor's voice inside. Madison pushed the door open and

the headboard, looking a bit better than yesterday. His eyes swept over

darkened, and he spoke coldly, "What are

walked over, her eyes scanning the room. She saw Taylor and Sandra sitting on either

table and said, "Theodore,

got the nerve to show up here? If it weren't for you, would

are you getting at?" Vanessa shot Sandra a

it. Is that true?" Sandra's tone was calm, like

No wonder his gaze was so complicated earlier; he suspected her too? Vanessa snapped back, "It