Forbidden Passion
Chapter 674 Consider Becoming a Star

Phoebe clutched her phone, glaring at the WhatsApp chat in silent frustration. Theodore had to be doing this on purpose.

She pursed her lips, watching him act like nothing was wrong. "Maybe Mr. Reynolds doesn't know WhatsApp has a blocking feature?" Theodore looked genuinely shocked. "Why did you block me?"

Phoebe was speechless. She shoved the phone back at him. "Seems like the problem isn't your phone, it's your brain."

Theodore placed his hands on the table, his long fingers and the veins on the back of his hands looking striking under the light.

"Ms. Ziegler, let's talk," Theodore said, trying to negotiate.

Phoebe eyed him warily. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Our company is getting into the entertainment industry. If you unblock me, you can pick any role you want," Theodore offered. Phoebe squinted. "Is it that simple?"

"Just that simple," Theodore confirmed.

Phoebe leaned back, thinking it over. She picked up her phone and unblocked him. "Mr. Reynolds, I'll be waiting for your good news."

Theodore grabbed his phone, opened the WhatsApp chat, and sent a new message.

Phoebe's phone buzzed. Seeing the emoji, she tossed her phone back on the table.

She thought, 'Why is he texting me when we're face-to-face? What's wrong with him?'

Theodore, satisfied he was unblocked, pointed to the fancy box on the coffee table. "I got your favorite snacks. Enjoy."

Phoebe didn't even look up. "Mr. Reynolds, you'd better hurry back and form your production team."

Theodore was speechless. He knew Phoebe saw him as just a resource provider. But that was fine. Being useful was better than being useless. Plus, Phoebe wouldn't block him so easily again. After Theodore left, Lori knocked and peeked in, making sure Phoebe was in a good mood before entering. "Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Reynolds just left?"

Phoebe glanced up. "Yeah."

Lori said, "Mr. Reynolds is really handsome. If he wanted to be a star, he'd definitely be more popular than Patrick."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you talk to him and see if he's willing to sign with our company?"

Lori smiled bitterly. "Ms. Ziegler, I'm afraid their security would throw me out."

Phoebe snorted.

Lori remembered something important. "Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Douglas from Venture Capital Firm called and invited you to play golf this afternoon." Phoebe looked at the bright sunshine outside. "Mr. Douglas really knows how to pick a time."

Lori laughed. "I'll hold an umbrella for you then."

Phoebe didn't have much of a choice. Since Milton was one of Superstar Entertainment's investors, she said, "Got it. Go get the sun protection stuff ready." "Sure thing." Lori chuckled as she turned to leave but was stopped by Phoebe.

"Lori, take the snacks on the coffee table and share them with everyone," Phoebe said without looking up.

Lori had noticed the fancy box on the coffee table when she came in.

She rubbed her hands excitedly. "Ms. Ziegler, these snacks are so expensive. You should keep them for yourself."

"No need, take them out. They'll go bad if left too long," Phoebe waved her hand. Ever since she had a kid, she didn't like sweets anymore. "Okay." Lori happily took the box and left.

In the afternoon, Phoebe and Lori headed to the golf club. Guadalupe drove them there, and the sun was blazing.

Phoebe told Guadalupe, "Guadalupe, find a place to park and wait for me in the lounge. Don't get sick in this heat."

"Yes, Ms. Ziegler," Guadalupe replied, thinking Phoebe was genuinely considerate of him.

Lori opened the umbrella and took the sports bag from Phoebe. They quickly walked up the steps and entered the club. Phoebe mentioned Milton's name at the front desk, and a staff member immediately came to lead her to the changing room. After changing, Phoebe came out, and Lori's eyes lit up. "Wow, Ms. Ziegler, you look amazing in this outfit."

Phoebe put on her gloves and lightly tapped Lori's forehead. "Let's go."

Lori couldn't take her eyes off Phoebe. She sighed, "Ms. Ziegler, you should consider becoming a celebrity."

"Stop talking nonsense," Phoebe said, testing the feel of the golf club.

She had played golf a few times with Theodore before. In Caneda, people loved this sport, and she had to learn it.

Lori stuck out her tongue. "I'm serious. With your looks, it's a waste not to be in the entertainment industry." Phoebe said, "I enjoy the process of creating stars more than being one."

Lori said, "I guess I'm just too shallow."

Phoebe couldn't help but laugh. She and Lori followed the staff to the tee area, where Milton was waiting.

Seeing Phoebe and Lori approaching, Milton's eyes fell on Phoebe. He looked her up and down, a hint of amazement in his deep eyes.

Milton stood up and shook hands with Phoebe. "Ms. Ziegler, long time no see!"

Phoebe gave a slight smile and quickly withdrew her hand. "Mr. Douglas, what brings you to invite me for a game today?"

"I'm worried that your skills might have declined since you haven't practiced in a while. How have you been? I heard you moved to a new house. When are you having a housewarming party? You must invite me!" Milton said with a smile. Phoebe sighed. "Mr. Douglas, you're a busy man. How could I trouble you with such a small matter?"

Milton had been dealing with Phoebe for the past two years and knew that despite her polite exterior, she didn't really take him seriously.

Milton smiled indulgently. "I knew you'd make excuses. I picked out a set of tableware for you. Take it home later. As for whether you want to invite me for a meal, that's up to you."

Phoebe was speechless.