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?'

to the fancy box on the coffee table. "I got your favorite snacks.

you'd better hurry

that was fine. Being useful was better than being useless. Plus, Phoebe wouldn't block him so easily again. After Theodore

Phoebe glanced up. "Yeah."

really handsome. If he wanted to be a star, he'd definitely be more popular than

talk to him and see

Ziegler, I'm afraid their security

Phoebe snorted.

called and invited you to play golf this afternoon." Phoebe looked at the bright sunshine outside. "Mr. Douglas really knows how to

laughed. "I'll hold an umbrella for you

of Superstar Entertainment's investors, she said, "Got it. Go get the sun protection stuff ready." "Sure thing." Lori chuckled as she turned

the coffee table and share them with everyone," Phoebe said without looking

fancy box on the coffee

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

They'll go bad if left too long," Phoebe waved her hand. Ever since she had a kid, she didn't like sweets anymore. "Okay."

to the golf

a place to park and wait for me

replied, thinking

the umbrella and took the sports bag from Phoebe. They quickly walked up the steps and entered the club. Phoebe mentioned Milton's name at the front desk, and a staff member immediately came to lead her to the changing room. After changing, Phoebe

her gloves and lightly tapped Lori's forehead.

sighed, "Ms.

talking nonsense," Phoebe said, testing the