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.

angrier she got. She bailed on Facebook and

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

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

with anger. She had a

the score with Vanessa,

hesitated, then dialed Stanley's number. "Stanley, why are you still up

just waiting for your call; otherwise,

a favor." Phoebe said

up, waiting for Phoebe to call. Phoebe lightly tapped the steering wheel, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. "No need to remove the trending topic. I'll give you

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

up, Phoebe dug out some photos from her email and shot them over to

was gunning to kick Ernest out of the whole industry. Her moves were getting more ruthless and sharp, kinda like how Theodore used to handle things back in the

console and rubbed her eyes.

a bit, she turned to

stood silently. From her angle, they overlapped like steel giants in the

on her

day. What used to be

She stood at the apartment door, pressing the doorbell for

who was still hurt. Could something have happened to him? Then she heard paws scratching at the

a cat meowing it was

looked at the keypad lock. Theodore wasn't coming to the door, and she didn't

Phoebe. When the call connected, Grace suddenly realized Phoebe and Theodore were divorced, so Phoebe

"Grace, what's up?"