Forbidden Passion
Chapter 664 Let's Add Each Other as Friends

Walking behind them, Theodore couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye. He stared at the back of Phoebe's head, amazed at how she held onto every harsh word he said that day. Mary's eyes widened, "Ms. Ziegler, you must be kidding. You look like you just stepped out of a magazine!"

"Ms. Watson, thanks, but I have to accept that I'm getting older, or someone might think I'm trying to act young," Phoebe replied.

Mary was amused by her, and the two of them walked into the elevator laughing and chatting. Mary pressed the button, and the doors opened. They stepped inside, with Theodore and Noah following. Theodore stood in the elevator, hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on Phoebe's face, tracing her features without shame.

"I wonder what product Ms. Ziegler uses. It seems effective. I should get some for my mom. She'd love it," Theodore said.

Mary glanced at Theodore, thinking he was joking, but his serious face said otherwise.

Mary was speechless. With such low emotional intelligence, no wonder Phoebe left him back then.

"Mr. Reynolds, this brand has a high-end anti-aging line. Maybe you should try it too. Their men's products are pretty good," Phoebe said, clearly mocking him.

Theodore looked interested, "Sure, but my memory's been bad lately. How about we add each other on WhatsApp, and you send me the name?"

Phoebe was momentarily speechless.

She realized Theodore had gone through all this just to add her on WhatsApp. She squinted and said, "Mr. Reynolds, it seems that you haven't had the chance to try the supplements I gave you yet." Theodore pulled out his phone, opened the WhatsApp QR code, and held it out to her, ignoring her jab, "Scan it."

Phoebe gritted her teeth.

After divorcing Theodore, she changed her number.

She didn't have his WhatsApp but remembered his phone number. For four years, she dialed it countless times, as if that string of digits was etched into her soul. "Phoebe," Noah frowned at Theodore, sensing his ulterior motives and not wanting Phoebe to add him.

Theodore waited a few seconds before Phoebe slowly picked up her phone and scanned his QR code. Soon, he got her friend request.

Theodore quickly added Phoebe and opened her profile, only to find her timeline empty.

A few seconds later, his phone vibrated. Phoebe had sent the skincare brand name. He stared at the words, his eyes stinging slightly. Phoebe had blocked Theodore from viewing her timeline as soon as she added him.

In fact, Phoebe rarely posted. Over the past two years, she only posted a few times, marking important moments.

But she didn't want Theodore to see them.

Maybe she was overthinking it. Theodore probably didn't care about her timeline; he just wanted the skincare brand.

Noah's face darkened with jealousy. Seeing Theodore in Phoebe's WhatsApp friend list made him feel sour.

The elevator arrived, and the doors opened. Theodore, standing near the door, stepped out first and waited for them.

As they stepped out of the elevator, a staff member greeted them and led the way to the conference room.

Inside, Patrick and the others were already there. Grace spotted Phoebe and immediately jumped up, running over to give her a big hug.

"Phoebe, if I knew you were coming, I would've met you at the Empire State Building so we could come together," Grace said, holding onto Phoebe's arm, clearly thrilled.

"The weather's so hot; I couldn't let you come all the way here by yourself," Phoebe replied, surprised.

After Ernest's incident, Queen Entertainment had few notable artists left. Phoebe had heard about the fierce internal competition there, with Grace being overshadowed by Madison. Good resources were unlikely to go to Grace. Grace smiled slightly, "It's okay. I'd do anything for you, Phoebe."

"You've got such a sweet tongue," Phoebe said, giving her a playful tap.

It seemed the entertainment industry really made people grow up fast. Phoebe noticed a significant change in Grace since the last time she saw her.

Grace glanced behind Phoebe and saw Theodore. She called out softly, "Theodore, why are you here?"

Her voice was so low that only they could hear it.

Phoebe squinted, realizing Grace wanted to hide her connection to the Reynolds family. No wonder Madison suppressed her; Grace didn't want the Reynolds family's protection. Theodore nodded slightly. In front of everyone, he wasn't particularly warm towards Grace. He turned to Phoebe, "Ms. Ziegler, everyone's waiting for us to take our seats." Phoebe was speechless.

She glanced around the conference room. Both sides of the round table were filled with people, all heads of entertainment companies with their artists.

The highest-ranking person there was Patrick, sitting in the first seat on the left. He lazily looked up at them and waved.

The only seats left were the three near the main seat on the right. Before Phoebe could decide where to sit, Theodore took a long stride, walked to the second chair, and gently pulled it out. "Ms. Ziegler, please have a seat!"

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the attentive Theodore, especially Vanessa, whose eyes were about to pop out.

Phoebe pressed her lips together. She didn't want to be the center of attention, but now she undoubtedly was.

She walked over and sat down, turning her head to say, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Theodore said, sitting in the chair next to Phoebe, ignoring the surprised or curious looks from others.

Noah's face darkened as he sat next to Phoebe, lowering his voice, "Phoebe, he definitely has an agenda."

Phoebe smiled at him, "Let's focus on the meeting."

After everyone sat down, Mary took her seat at the head of the table and started the meeting. The secretary handed out the materials.

Phoebe had already seen the electronic version, but the text version was more detailed, showing it had been continuously refined to achieve the best possible outcome.

Mary used a video to vividly explain the variety show's process, capturing every detail, almost like a script.

Patrick interrupted Mary's explanation, raising an objection, "Ms. Watson, the script is so detailed that it will limit the performance. I believe the charm of reality shows lies in their authenticity."