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?"

wasn't being honest, and she knew

deep isn't a good idea. If you must

"Mr. Douglas, let's

looking at her helplessly, "You're still

Phoebe was speechless.

first approached her, offering to fund her business in Caneda, she

be kind to another person without

that Milton's unconditional help was because he was the

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

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

heartily, "Phoebe, you are

lounge behind them. He saw Phoebe and Milton chatting and laughing, and his brows

and he had already sent someone to investigate

chummy they were, especially the way Milton looked

lips, his deep, narrow eyes

clothes. Carrying her gym bag, she walked out and immediately saw Theodore

expression, "Mr. Reynolds, what a coincidence!

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

at her, his eyes devoid of emotion,

her grip on the bag strap and said, "Playing golf is

sneered, "Is it the golf that makes you happy, or the

him feel incredibly jealous. When facing him, Phoebe wouldn't even spare him a glance,

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