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?"

honest, and she

"Ms. Ziegler, digging too deep isn't a

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

at her helplessly, "You're still so

Phoebe was speechless.

to fund

no one would be kind to another

that Milton's unconditional help was because he was the

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

gave Milton 40% of the shares in Superstar Entertainment, while she held 60%, making her the absolute controlling shareholder

Douglas, calling a woman who's about to turn thirty

laughed heartily, "Phoebe, you are

He saw Phoebe and

and he had already sent someone to investigate Superstar Entertainment. The

had crossed paths, but seeing how chummy they were, especially the way Milton looked at Phoebe, made

pursed his lips, his deep, narrow eyes

already dark. Phoebe went to the locker room to change back into her clothes. Carrying her gym bag, she walked out and immediately saw Theodore leaning

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

hand in his pocket, the other playing with a lighter, flicking it open and closed. The

eyes devoid of emotion, "What

her grip on the bag strap and said, "Playing golf is enjoyable. Didn't you

that makes you happy, or the person you're

made him feel incredibly jealous. When facing him, Phoebe wouldn't even spare him a glance, but she laughed heartily with Milton. Phoebe said