Forbidden Passion

Chapter 674 Consider Becoming a Star

Phoebe clutched her phone, glaring at the WhatsApp chat in silent frustration. Theodore had to be doing this on purpose.

She pursed her lips, watching him act like nothing was wrong. "Maybe Mr. Reynolds doesn't know WhatsApp has a blocking feature?" Theodore looked genuinely shocked. "Why did you block me?"

Phoebe was speechless. She shoved the phone back at him. "Seems like the problem isn't your phone, it's your brain."

Theodore placed his hands on the table, his long fingers and the veins on the back of his hands looking striking under the light.

"Ms. Ziegler, let's talk," Theodore said, trying to negotiate.

Phoebe eyed him warily. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Our company is getting into the entertainment industry. If you unblock me, you can pick any role you want," Theodore offered. Phoebe squinted. "Is it that simple?"

"Just that simple," Theodore confirmed.

Phoebe leaned back, thinking it over. She picked up her phone and unblocked him. "Mr. Reynolds, I'll be waiting for your good news."

Theodore grabbed his phone, opened the WhatsApp chat, and sent a new message.

Phoebe's phone buzzed. Seeing the emoji, she tossed her phone back on the table.

She thought, 'Why is he texting me when we're face-to-face? What's wrong with him?'

unblocked, pointed to the fancy box on the coffee table. "I

even look up. "Mr. Reynolds, you'd better hurry back and

wouldn't block him so easily again. After Theodore left, Lori knocked and peeked in, making sure Phoebe was in a good mood before entering. "Ms. Ziegler,

Phoebe glanced up. "Yeah."

"Mr. Reynolds is really handsome. If he wanted to be a star, he'd definitely

talk to him and see if he's willing to sign with

afraid

Phoebe snorted.

from Venture Capital Firm called and invited you to play golf this afternoon." Phoebe looked at the bright sunshine outside. "Mr. Douglas really knows how to pick a

laughed. "I'll hold an umbrella for you

Milton was one of Superstar Entertainment's investors, she said, "Got it. Go get the

and share them

fancy box on the coffee table when she

hands excitedly. "Ms. Ziegler, these snacks are so expensive. You should keep

left too long," Phoebe waved her hand. Ever since she had a kid, she didn't like sweets anymore. "Okay." Lori

afternoon, Phoebe and Lori headed to the golf club. Guadalupe drove them

a place to park and wait for me in the lounge. Don't get

Guadalupe replied, thinking Phoebe was genuinely considerate of

front desk, and a

her gloves and lightly tapped Lori's forehead.

Phoebe. She sighed, "Ms. Ziegler,

said, testing the feel of the