Forbidden Passion

Chapter 675 What Tricks He Was Playing

Milton had already said so much that Phoebe couldn't really say no anymore. She sighed and said, "Alright, I'd like to treat you to dinner tonight. Mr. Douglas, you don't have any other plans, do you?" Milton grinned, "Ms. Ziegler, I would really enjoy having dinner with you more often. Even if I did have plans, I'd drop them."

Phoebe knew Milton was in for tonight. She turned to Lori to make a reservation. After giving her instructions, Milton motioned for her to take the first swing.

Phoebe stepped up to the tee, gripped the club, and swung. The golf ball soared through the air, and the caddie quickly ran over, raising the scorecard.

Milton chuckled, "Ms. Ziegler, looks like your golf game is still on point."

Phoebe turned her head, and Milton, looking at her, felt a strange warmth in his chest.

Honestly, Phoebe wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, but she was the toughest. She had an admirable inner strength, one that never yielded to fate in any adversity.

If anyone could have won over someone like Phoebe, they would have felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

"Mr. Douglas, your turn." Phoebe stepped aside, her eyes on the lush green field. "Actually, there's something I've always wondered."

Milton swung his club and then looked at Phoebe, "What's that?"

"Two years ago, I went to Caneda with nothing. How did you find me, Mr. Douglas, and why were you willing to fund my business?"

This question had been on Phoebe's mind for two years, and she finally asked it now.

Milton was a businessman; he wouldn't do something that didn't benefit him. But he had always helped her, whether in Caneda or Kedora.

Milton's eyes flickered slightly. He glanced at the caddie in the distance who raised the scorecard, then turned back to her, "Ms. Ziegler, I think you're very beautiful, so I naturally paid more attention to you."

Phoebe squinted, "Really?"

being honest,

raised an eyebrow and sighed, "Ms. Ziegler, digging too deep isn't a good idea.

cut him off, "Mr. Douglas, let's just

at her helplessly,

Phoebe was speechless.

Milton first approached her, offering to fund her business

would be kind to another person without

that Milton's unconditional help was

until she confirmed that Milton wasn't the man in the presidential suite of room 8888. Only then did

she held 60%, making her the absolute

Douglas, calling a woman who's about to turn

"Phoebe, you are really

He saw Phoebe

Kedora, and he had already sent someone to investigate Superstar Entertainment. The controlling shareholder was Phoebe, and the second-largest

didn't know when they had crossed paths, but seeing how chummy they were, especially the way

his deep, narrow eyes showing a

gym bag, she walked out and immediately saw Theodore leaning against the wall opposite the locker room. Phoebe looked around but didn't

with a blank expression, "Mr. Reynolds, what a coincidence! Are

the other playing with a lighter, flicking it open and closed. The blue flame flickered, reflecting

eyes devoid of emotion, "What a coincidence!

the bag strap and said, "Playing golf is

"Is it the golf that makes you happy, or the person you're

at Milton made him feel incredibly jealous. When facing him, Phoebe wouldn't even spare him a glance, but she laughed heartily with Milton. Phoebe said with an indifferent expression, "Of course, both of