Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 111

“So, does this mystery script also incorporate reflections on human nature?” In the restaurant, Brielle talked with Kenzo about the new script he was currently working on. It was rare for Brielle to engage so openly with someone of the opposite sex, and her genuine smiles and the clear light in her eyes were a testament to how much she was enjoying their conversation.

“Like, how should one live their life? Pursuing happiness or sticking to duties – which is the right course of action? Is indulgence the correct path? Should we blindly follow the truths. professed by experts? Does an individual have the right to make their own choices? Should the majority opinion dictate the political narrative? Your previous scripts touched on these themes, but my favorite has to be the one from last year.”

She had watched that drama series the previous year, not merely to flatter him, but because she had thoroughly researched and admired it.

Kenzo looked up, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his mug, “I liked that script too. I didn’t even want to adapt it into a TV show at first; I felt like no actor could embody the protagonists the way I envisioned them. Luckily, the casting turned out to be a success in the end.”

“In my eyes, you are a true artist,” Brielle remarked, echoing the conclusion she had reached back in the library.

Kenzo, hailed as a genius scriptwriter, had many sought–after scripts under his belt, each selling for millions. During interviews, he had even confessed that his adapted TV scripts were not his most satisfying works; the ones he valued most had been destroyed by his own hands.

He spoke these words with a nonchalant smile to the cameras, having created a world, seen its beauty, and then, with a touch of pride and fulfillment, razed it to the ground.

Even if Kenzo hadn’t been born into the prestigious Barnes family, his character would likely be the same – like a romantic outlaw or the grandeur of ruins.

they were ideals nonetheless, lending

mused, stirring her coffee

seeing Spencer’s name

calling again immediately. He’s like a lion in fury, if Brielle were before him

drinking buddies had tagged him in a group chat, bombarding him with photos of Brielle

he kicked over the coffee table at home. He couldn’t fathom how this woman, whom

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demeanor, was innately

woman who, in his eyes, had become too

bill only to be

one arm, “I’ve got a membership card here, gets me a 20% discount. No sense

Mr. Kenzo couldn’t possibly care about saving a few dollars on a meal. It was just his

let me transfer you the money, minus