Forbidden Passion
Chapter 728 New Grudges and Old Hatreds

Wesley was prepared to be scolded, but when he heard Phoebe bringing him good news, he was a bit taken aback. "What?"

Phoebe said with a slight smile, "Are you shocked, Wesley? Congratulations on landing your first endorsement."

Wesley heard Phoebe's laughter and still felt a bit unreal. "They really want me to endorse? Why?"

Actually, after Wesley clapped back at Finnegan's fans, Alfonso took his phone away to prevent him from looking at Facebook and affecting his mood.

Even over the phone, Phoebe could imagine Wesley's dumbfounded expression. She laughed and said, "Because their company's mouthwash sold out online. You had amazing influences, so naturally, they want to make it official." "But I didn't do anything," Wesley said, bewildered.

Phoebe's smile faded slightly as she said, "You publicly clapped back at Finnegan's fans. What more do you want to do? Wesley, although the outcome this time was good, I hope you think about the consequences next time." Even though Superstar Entertainment's PR team was very mature, they couldn't always turn things around. If the opponent had been one of those established entertainment companies, Wesley would have been torn apart. Wesley lowered his head and admitted his mistake, saying, "I'm sorry, Ms. Ziegler. I know I was wrong."

"Will you dare to do it again next time?" Phoebe had already seen through Wesley. "Alright, you'll be joining the crew in a week. Don't act impulsively again and stay away from Finnegan."

"Don't worry, Ms. Ziegler. I won't cause any more trouble next time," Wesley said sincerely.

Phoebe couldn't bear to scold Wesley any further. She reminded him to come to the company tomorrow afternoon to sign the contract with CrystalFresh Group.

After hanging up the phone, Phoebe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The light in the room reflected on it like a mirror, and she saw her relaxed eyebrows and the corners of her lips curling up. In a high-end apartment on the west side of the city.

Under the dim light, a session of lovemaking had just ended. Madison leaned against the headboard, holding a slim cigarette between her fingers, exhaling a puff of white smoke with post-coital laziness. Finnegan hugged her from behind, kissed her sweaty neck, and then moved to kiss her ears and cheeks. When he tried to kiss Madison's lips, she dodged.

Finnegan frowned and said, "Madison."

Madison, annoyed by Finnegan's clinginess, pushed him away, put on a robe, and got out of bed. Finnegan, left on the bed, watched her back with a lustful gaze, his blood boiling with desire for her. Finnegan got off the bed, not bothering to put on clothes, and walked up behind Madison, pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window, kissing the back of her neck.

The atmosphere reignited. Madison stubbed out her cigarette, turned around to hug Finnegan, but still avoided his kiss.

Finnegan's eyes showed displeasure. He knew Madison had a cleanliness obsession and didn't like him kissing her, but he also heard that Madison was saving her first kiss for Edward.

To be honest, Finnegan felt disdainful. Madison had slept with so many male artists, yet she ridiculously saved her first kiss, thinking it made her pure? What self-deception, utterly foolish!

In the past two years, almost every male artist with some fame at Queen Entertainment had slept with Madison. Finnegan also noticed that those who had slept with Madison had facial features similar to Edward's. Either their features resembled Edward's, or it was their overall demeanor.

As for Finnegan, it was his face that initially caught Madison's attention, making her willing to invest money in him.

Fortunately, Madison was an easily satisfied woman. As long as she was pleased, she was willing to give him anything.

Finnegan kissed her earlobe, saying, "Madison, I don't want to be in the same crew as Wesley."

"I went through so much trouble to get you into the Ice and Fire crew, and now you say you don't want to act?" Madison's words were interrupted by her heavy breathing.

Finnegan looked at her skin, "I don't want to play Diego; I want to play Nicholas."

Madison's blood ran cold. She pushed Finnegan away, picked up the robe from the floor, and put it on, tying a knot at the waist.

She stared at Finnegan, saying, "Finish this role well, and I'll get you better resources afterward."

Tonight's trending topic was supposed to market Finnegan's pitiful character, but it backfired, boosting Wesley's popularity instead.

Finnegan lowered his head, hiding the fleeting resentment and greed in his eyes.

He was willing to humble himself for Madison, but only because he wanted fame. After all this time, he only got a role as Diego, while even someone like Wesley got a co-lead role. Why couldn't he, Finnegan, do the same? In the end, it was because Queen Entertainment wasn't strong enough. After several clashes with Superstar Entertainment, they lost Ernest. Finnegan didn't want to be the next Ernest.

Finnegan squinted his eyes. Instead of continuing to rely on Madison, he might as well go to Phoebe. Phoebe was more to his taste.

In a few quick thoughts, Finnegan decided to find a new backer.

Vanessa had suffered several losses against Phoebe, which Bishop, who was recovering in the hospital, noticed. He specifically called Vanessa.

"Ms. Fitzroy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?"

Vanessa felt a chill down her spine upon hearing Bishop's voice. She was aware of Bishop's return. Years ago, she and Bishop had orchestrated a kidnapping, successfully forcing Phoebe and Theodore to divorce.

Vanessa thought that by driving Phoebe away, she could marry Theodore, but it ended up giving Sandra an opportunity.

"Mr. Reynolds, how could I forget you? I heard you're now the son-in-law of the Johnson Family. Congratulations." Vanessa wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

Bishop chuckled, not caring whether she was sincere. "It seems Ms. Fitzroy is very concerned about me. How about we meet?"

Vanessa's scalp tingled at his words. She held the phone away, pretending the signal was bad. "Hello, what did you say? I can't hear you."

Then Vanessa hung up and blocked the number.

She couldn't afford to be associated with Bishop again. If Theodore found out she was involved in the kidnapping, she wouldn't know how she would die.

In the hospital, Bishop looked at the disconnected phone, a sneer flashing in his eyes. He tossed the phone onto the pillow.

He was severely injured and had only recently been able to get up. The pain in his body fueled his hatred. This time, he would settle both old and new scores. As for Vanessa, did she really think she could escape his grasp?

The next day, Vanessa arrived at Queen Entertainment and was called to the CEO's office by Lawton. She was secretly delighted.

In over two years, this was the first time Theodore had called her to the CEO's office.

Vanessa happily went upstairs, knocked on the door, and entered. Seeing Theodore sitting behind the desk, she quickly walked over. "Theodore."

Theodore picked up a document from the desk and coldly tossed it in front of Vanessa. "Take a look."