Forbidden Passion
Chapter 55 Is Miss Fitzroy Willing?

Phoebe couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. She had been ignoring Theodore all this time, but now she was seething, staring at him directly. "May I ask, Mr. Reynolds, what kind of endorsements are considered high-end?"

"Skincare products, clothing, home appliances, and the like," Theodore replied.

Phoebe gritted her teeth. "Forgive me for speaking plainly, but Miss Fitzroy may receive special treatment at QUEEN Entertainment, but her popularity in the entertainment industry is not even on the D-list. Under these circumstances, seeking higher-end brand endorsements would undoubtedly be a self-inflicted humiliation. If she doesn't want to endorse for now, she can participate in variety shows."

Vanessa, who had been infuriated by Phoebe's belittling, perked up upon hearing about variety shows. "What kind of variety show?"

"I have a resource for a dating variety show. The previous two seasons have gathered a lot of fans and popularity. This season has attracted many big celebrities, and even before recording has begun, the show has a trend of becoming a hit," Phoebe said.

As soon as Vanessa heard it was a dating variety show, she hesitated. Phoebe, this woman is so cunning, thought Vanessa. She wants to create misunderstandings between me and Theodore by making me participate in a dating show. Phoebe glanced at Vanessa. "Of course, if Miss Fitzroy doesn't want to go, that's okay."

Theodore turned his head to look at Vanessa and gently asked, "Vanessa, what do you think?"

Vanessa was certainly unwilling. "Theodore, do you know what a dating show is?"

Theodore shook his head. "What?"

Vanessa glanced at Phoebe and thought to herself that Phoebe was truly malicious, bringing up the topic of a dating show to drive a wedge between them.

"A dating show is where you date male participants on a program. Would you like to see me dating someone else?" Vanessa gazed at him with her watery eyes, filled with affection.

Theodore replied, "I've heard that these variety shows have scripts, it's just another form of acting. Since you'll be taking on acting roles in the future, it wouldn't hurt to get some practice."

Vanessa couldn't believe what she was hearing. "But it's a dating show! Are you really okay with me being intimate with someone else?"

As she asked this question and saw Theodore's expression, she felt a twinge of anxiety and knew he wouldn't say something to make her happy.

Immediately, she stood up and spoke before he could, "I don't care. You promised to make me an international superstar. I don't want to do some dating show to hone my acting skills. I want to act." Theodore then looked at Phoebe and said, "You heard her, do as she says."

Phoebe laughed inwardly and sincerely offered Theodore some advice, "Mr. Reynolds, why don't we invest in making a film? Miss Fitzroy can play the leading role, and we can invite Patrick Winston to play the male lead. With your relationship with Patrick, he won't refuse."

How could Theodore not hear the sarcasm in her words?

"I was just about to suggest that. You go and look for some scripts, let Vanessa pick one." Theodore said. Does he think finding a script is as easy as going to the supermarket?

As she left the CEO's office, Phoebe's shirt was damp with sweat, and she felt completely drained. Carol hurriedly came over to support her to the rest area.

"Miss Ziegler, you look unwell. Shouldn't you go to the medical room?"

"No need, I just didn't sleep well last night. I just need to rest for a bit," Phoebe said.

Carol stood next to her and from her perspective, noticed the love bite on Phoebe's neck. Her gaze flickered. No wonder Phoebe's complexion was bad. She must have indulged in excessive passion. Carol poured her a cup of warm water, thinking that once Vanessa came back, Phoebe would definitely lose favor, considering she was just a plaything for Mr. Reynolds.

Now that Mr. Reynolds' official girlfriend had returned, Phoebe would surely be dismissed and reassigned. But when she looked at the deep mark left on Phoebe's neck, she wondered just how intense things must have been for it to leave such an imprint.

After drinking the water and catching her breath, Phoebe couldn't linger any longer, given the pile of work awaiting her, and hastily returned to her office. Seeing John, she called him over, to talk to him.

"This time, I would like to ask you to find some good scripts and search online for popular web novels that could possibly be adapted into a script," she said. "But no matter what, from script selection and team formation to filming, it would take at least half a year. Do we really expect Vanessa to do nothing during this time?"

"No, we can't." he agreed. Since she was the artistic director, there was no reason to let the artists in her hands be idle.

"John, are there any variety shows about to start filming recently?"

"There's one similar to 'Wilderness Survival.' As it is a new program, the requirements for popularity among the guests are not high. I have already contacted the director of the show and want to squeeze someone in." Phoebe lightly rested her chin on the back of her hand. "Let Miss Fitzroy go."

John was taken aback. "Phoebe, is Miss Fitzroy willing to go?"

"We signed a contract. Even if she doesn't want to, she has to go. I can't have her bothering me every day." Phoebe's voice turned cold. A contract is a double-edged sword, giving Vanessa the right to choose, while also binding her. John nodded hesitantly, "Alright, I'll arrange it immediately."

"Wait," Phoebe stopped him. "Send Claire Brown for the dating reality show. She has a lively personality and is the type that guys like."

"Okay, what about the endorsement that Miss Fitzroy doesn't like?"

"I'll talk to the brand, and by the way, is the food endorsement named after the talent show Noah Myers participated in?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes, there will be advertisements inserted during the talent show."

"Okay, I'll talk to them. If I can secure an endorsement deal for Noah Myers, it will be beneficial for his competition and increase his exposure." Phoebe picked up a pen and made a note on her memo pad.

John saw her fully engrossed in her work and turned to leave to make the arrangements. After Phoebe finished dealing with her tasks, she suddenly realized that night had fallen without her noticing. She turned off her computer and stood up, but her legs gave way, and she knelt down.

"Be careful." A timely arm reached around her waist, emanating a crisp and clean scent of hormones. Phoebe knew exactly who it was. She steadied herself against the desk and took a few steps back, creating some distance between them. Seeing her deliberately avoiding him, Theodore's expression turned dark. The tenderness he felt earlier vanished instantly. Leaning against the desk, he looked at her with a deep gaze. "Why are you still at work so late?"

When he went downstairs, he happened to stop on the 17th floor out of curiosity and noticed that the lights in her office were still on. He casually walked in, seeing her engrossed in her work, completely unaware of his arrival. He stood by the door, silently observing her. Her dedication to work was alluring, reminding him of last night.