Forbidden Passion
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?"

Milton wasn't being honest, and she knew it.

Milton raised an eyebrow and sighed, "Ms. Ziegler, digging too deep isn't a good idea. If you must have an answer..."

"Forget it." Phoebe cut him off, "Mr. Douglas, let's just keep playing golf."

Milton chuckled, looking at her helplessly, "You're still so adorable."

Phoebe was speechless.

When Milton first approached her, offering to fund her business in Caneda, she was really surprised.

In this world, no one would be kind to another person without a reason.

Phoebe once suspected that Milton's unconditional help was because he was the man in room 8888.

At first, Phoebe didn't accept Milton's sponsorship until she confirmed that Milton wasn't the man in the presidential suite of room 8888. Only then did she accept, and it wasn't for free.

Phoebe gave Milton 40% of the shares in Superstar Entertainment, while she held 60%, making her the absolute controlling shareholder of Superstar Entertainment.

"Mr. Douglas, calling a woman who's about to turn thirty 'adorable' doesn't feel like a compliment."

Milton laughed heartily, "Phoebe, you are really funny."

Just then, Theodore walked past the lounge behind them. He saw Phoebe and Milton chatting and laughing, and his brows furrowed.

Phoebe had just returned to Kedora, and he had already sent someone to investigate Superstar Entertainment. The controlling shareholder was Phoebe, and the second-largest shareholder was Milton.

Theodore didn't know when they had crossed paths, but seeing how chummy they were, especially the way Milton looked at Phoebe, made him uneasy.

Theodore pursed his lips, his deep, narrow eyes showing a hint of displeasure.

After finishing the game, it was already dark. Phoebe went to the locker room to change back into her clothes. Carrying her gym bag, she walked out and immediately saw Theodore leaning against the wall opposite the locker room. Phoebe looked around but didn't see Lori. It seemed Theodore had sent her away.

Phoebe said with a blank expression, "Mr. Reynolds, what a coincidence! Are you here to play golf too?"

Theodore had one hand in his pocket, the other playing with a lighter, flicking it open and closed. The blue flame flickered, reflecting his bad mood.

Theodore looked up at her, his eyes devoid of emotion, "What a coincidence! Did you have fun, Ms. Ziegler?"

Phoebe felt a slight sense of caution. She tightened her grip on the bag strap and said, "Playing golf is enjoyable. Didn't you have fun, Mr. Reynolds?"

Theodore sneered, "Is it the golf that makes you happy, or the person you're playing with?"

Just thinking about how Phoebe had smiled so sweetly at Milton made him feel incredibly jealous. When facing him, Phoebe wouldn't even spare him a glance, but she laughed heartily with Milton. Phoebe said with an indifferent expression, "Of course, both of them."

"Phoebe!" Theodore gritted his teeth, glaring at her, "You can be cold to me all you want, but if you dare to be with someone else, I'll kill him first and then lock you up."

Theodore's eyes were dark and obsessive. It wasn't a threat; if she dared to do it, Theodore would make his words a reality.

Phoebe bit her lip and said angrily, "Mr. Reynolds, do I need to remind you that we're already divorced? My personal life is none of your business."

Theodore straightened up and took a few steps toward Phoebe. His imposing presence made Phoebe take two steps back until her back was against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

She raised her hand to block him and said, "What are you doing?"

Theodore stopped. He lowered his gaze, his hawk-like eyes deeply staring at Phoebe, filled with aggression. "Phoebe, you belong to me for life. If anyone dares to touch you, I'll cut off their hand." Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. She felt an inexplicable panic, but then she remembered the man in room 8888, and a mocking look appeared in her eyes.

"Really? Mr. Reynolds, did you forget you have a girlfriend?"

Theodore's brow twitched. Just as he was about to say something, steady footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"Ms. Ziegler, you changed your clothes." The voice abruptly stopped. Milton saw the overly intimate posture between Theodore and Phoebe and raised an eyebrow in surprise. Milton said, "Mr. Reynolds, you're here too. What a coincidence."

Theodore saw Milton approaching and felt extremely annoyed, saying, "Mr. Douglas, can't you see Ms. Ziegler and I are having a conversation?"

Milton's gaze shifted between Theodore and Phoebe. He smiled, "Sorry, I just noticed Ms. Ziegler hadn't come out and was worried she might be in trouble. I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation." Theodore had always disliked how Milton was two-faced, wondering what scheme he was up to this time.