Upon hearing Vanessa’s wicked thoughts about Prof. Clark, she was so angry that she didn’t know what to say. “Fine, everyone in the world is wrong except for you. Come or not, it’s up to you.”

“I will definitely come. But I’m at the supermarket now, come and pick me up,” Vanessa said confidently.

Phoebe couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Why would I come to pick you up?””

“You’re not picking me up, so I won’t go back to class. Miss Ziegler, make up your mind. Theodore invested five billion in Mr. Black’s movie, and if I don’t act well, that five billion will go down the drain.” Vanessa threatened. Phoebe sneered and said, “I’ve recorded it. If you don’t show up at the company in twenty minutes, I’ll send the recording to Mr. Reynolds. You’re on your own.”

Vanessa stuttered, “…Phoebe, you despicable little…”

Before she could finish her insult, Phoebe hung up the phone with a smack. A smirk lifted the corners of her mouth. She tried to manipulate her with such tricks. She was just dreaming!

Hearing the busy tone in her phone, Vanessa almost had a fit of rage. She wasn’t sure if Phoebe had actually recorded their conversation, but she couldn’t take the risk. If Phoebe did send the recording to Theodore, her image in his eyes would be destroyed based on that audio alone.

She seethed with hatred.

Phoebe was even more difficult to deal with than she had imagined. It was her own fault for not controlling her mouth, for threatening her with acting. She had foolishly handed Phoebe a weapon to use against her.

Vanessa stomped her foot in frustration and glanced at the entrance of the supermarket in the distance. She reluctantly gave up on this golden opportunity.

Twenty minutes later, Vanessa gasped for breath as she walked into the office of the CEO at QUEEN Entertainment. Holding her waist with one hand and leaning on the desk with the other, she glared viciously at Phoebe and panted, “I made it…delete the recording…”

Phoebe leaned back in her chair and casually shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry, you’re late. I’ve already sent it to Mr. Reynolds.”

“You!” Vanessa could hardly believe that Phoebe would go back on her word. She roared in anger, “I wasn’t late.”

Phoebe stared at her with a hint of malice in her eyes and said, “I said you were late, so you were late, Miss Fitzroy. Listen to Professor Clark’s class properly, act in Mr. Black’s movie well, and don’t let the five billion that Mr. Reynolds invested go down the drain. Otherwise, what will he think of you after hearing the recording?”

To deal with a self-righteous woman like Vanessa, you had to strike at her weak point to ensure a direct hit.

“Oh well, Mr. Reynolds probably thinks it’s not worth it and a waste of effort,” Phoebe said.

Vanessa’s eyes turned bloodshot, and she yearned to pounce and tear Phoebe’s mouth apart. This bitch Phoebe, someday, she would make her suffer a miserable fate!

Vanessa took a deep breath and suppressed her anger and resentment. She placed her hands on the desk and said, “Phoebe, I’ve known Theodore for twelve years. We won’t become enemies just because of one recording. Don’t get too cocky. We don’t know who will win the game in the future.”

Phoebe mocked her with a slight grin on her face.

This almost caused Vanessa to faint from anger. She felt a lump in her chest and it took her a while to calm down. With a stern face, she walked out of the director’s office, slamming the door loudly.

Phoebe’s ears rang from the noise and she rubbed them.

What was wrong with people? Why did they always take out their anger on doors?

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