Forbidden Passion

Chapter 655 She Became Just Like Him

Phoebe stood by the curb, watching Grace's car vanish into the neighborhood. She turned back to her own ride, locked it up, and grabbed her phone to scroll through Facebook. The wait felt like forever, every tick of the clock was like nails on a chalkboard.

As she scrolled, she noticed Ernest and Noah's new show was blowing up, already hitting the third spot on the trending list.

Phoebe clicked in and saw the buzz had exploded outta nowhere. It was mostly Ernest's fans blowing up the comments, with a few Noah fans here and there, but they were getting drowned out. She skimmed through the comments, most of them gushing over Ernest's looks and hyping up the new show. It was pretty obvious these were paid shills; real fans were few and far between. More and more fans started chiming in.

[Seriously? With Ernest's plastic surgery face, his fans still think he's hot? If they don't need their eyes, they should donate them.]

[Just a few days ago, he was riding Noah's coattails, and now he's buying trending spots. Does he think we're too nice to call him out?]

[What new show? Ernest's fans, don't be so shameless. If the official announcement doesn't include Ernest, it'll be awkward.]

As Phoebe kept scrolling, the so-called Noah fans were getting pretty extreme, making everyone else dislike them. Meanwhile, Ernest's fans seemed to be taking the high road.

[Noah's fans are so fierce. What did Ernest do wrong? He just joined the same show as Noah.]

[If Noah's fans don't wanna see Ernest and Noah together, they can ask Noah not to join the show.]

This comment got some Noah fans riled up, and they started boycotting Noah's participation in the new show.

As Phoebe read on, she realized Queen Entertainment had hired trolls to stir up Noah's fans and push him out of the show.

Such dirty tricks-hiring trolls to pose as Noah's fans to trash his image, then flipping the script to provoke Noah's fans into boycotting the show.

She bailed on Facebook and called the PR

on Facebook. Why hasn't the PR team done anything? What are you guys

end, Franklin Connor sat up, throwing on his coat. "Ms. Ziegler, don't be mad. I'll get someone on it

anger. She had a gut feeling Queen Entertainment was gunning

the score with Vanessa, and Vanessa was already

time-midnight. She hesitated, then dialed Stanley's number. "Stanley, why are you still up so

just waiting for your call; otherwise, I wouldn't dare

be silly. I need a favor." Phoebe said

earlier that Queen Entertainment had paid for Ernest's trending topic, so he stayed up, waiting for Phoebe to call. Phoebe lightly tapped the steering wheel, her

send it over right now. Bet Queen Entertainment will shell out big bucks to get this trending topic

out some photos from her email and shot them over to Stanley. Stanley was left speechless after checking

the whole industry. Her moves were getting more ruthless and sharp, kinda like how Theodore used to handle things

center console and rubbed her eyes. She was done with those online

to look out

high-rise buildings stood silently. From her angle, they overlapped like steel giants in

her hand and

three years, she'd driven down this road every day. What used to be so familiar now felt totally

her car and took the elevator up. She stood at the

hurt. Could something have happened to him? Then she

heard a

but then went silent as she looked at the keypad lock. Theodore wasn't coming to the door, and she didn't know the code.

and called Phoebe. When the call connected, Grace suddenly

"Grace, what's up?"