Forbidden Passion
Chapter 287 Deliberately Provoking Her to Lose Control

She changed her clothes and went out, watching Cindy leaning against the shoe cabinet in the hallway, looking up at her as she walked over. "Phoebe, are you really going to work?"

"Yes." Phoebe never avoided problems. The greater her emotional turmoil, the more diligently she applied herself to her work.

It seemed that only by working hard could she forget the pain in her heart.

Cindy sighed. "Phoebe, with your work ability, you could get a high-paying job at any company. Why do you choose to stay at QUEEN Entertainment and endure this suffering?"

She had been getting into trouble frequently lately, all because she took over QUEEN Entertainment, which made Cindy subconsciously believe that QUEEN Entertainment was the root of all the problems.

Phoebe patted her shoulder but didn't explain further. She put on her shoes and walked to the door, her fingers resting on the doorknob. She said, "Cindy, it's not the job trapped me."

Cindy watched her open the door and leave. It wasn't until the door closed that she let out a breath. She knew Phoebe hadn't finished her sentence.

Of course, it wasn't the job that was trapping her; it was the people!

Phoebe called an Uber. By the time she got downstairs, the taxi was already parked by the roadside. She got in, and the driver confirmed the last digits of her phone number before driving off.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Reynolds Group building. Phoebe paid it and got out. Then, she ran into Vanessa and Ruby, who were getting out of a RV.

She mocked herself inwardly. What bad luck, running into her nemesis.

Vanessa hadn't seen Phoebe several days ago. Now, as she stepped out of the car, bathed in the morning sunlight, she stood there with grace.

However, there was a noticeable layer of powder on her face, seemingly to cover something.

Vanessa's lips curled into a mocking smile. She had thought that after what happened, Phoebe would be scared and wouldn't come to work for a while. She didn't expect she came back so quickly.  

Vanessa walked over slowly, staring at Phoebe's face. Through the foundation, she vaguely saw the finger marks on her cheeks. She felt pleased and provocatively said, "Phoebe, long time no see. I heard you were injured and hospitalized. Was it serious?"

Her smile was laced with malice, her beautiful face twisted and mean.

Phoebe pressed her lips together. "Thanks for your concern, Vanessa. I'm not dead yet. You must be very disappointed, given all the schemes you made."

Vanessa was startled but quickly smiled again. "Phoebe, your words confuse me. Do you have any misunderstandings about me?"  

After the last incident with Phoebe's "recording," Vanessa was cautious when speaking to her, making sure not to leave any evidence.  

"Whether it's a misunderstanding, we both know very well. Vanessa, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can say it directly. Scheming behind my back is childish. You're just a rat hiding in the gutter, never to see the light of day." Phoebe mocked.

"You!" Vanessa was so enraged that she almost lost her composure. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black Maybach slowly approaching behind Phoebe. A cunning smile flashed in her eyes.  

She stepped forward, leaning in slightly, and whispered that only they could hear. "Phoebe, it's a pity that my plan didn't work. Why didn't Tompson ruin you?"  

Phoebe's eyes narrowed. She knew Vanessa was deliberately trying to provoke her. She heard the sound of a car door closing behind her, indicating that Theodore was likely standing right behind her.

Since Vanessa was asking for trouble, why should Phoebe be polite?