Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 533

“What a silver–tongued devil you are!”

“I’m telling you, this lady must’ve pulled some shady tricks to catch Max’s eye in the first place.”

“Sweet talker. Would you have fallen for Max if he wasn’t the CEO of Dorsey International?”

The accusers were distant relatives, their eyes ablaze with indignation as they stared at

Brielle.

Brielle chuckled softly, a tinge of exasperation in her voice. “What can I say? When I met him, he was already the CEO of Dorsey International.”

Her retort was indisputable, and even Max looked down, his lips curving into a subtle smile.

The relative who had spoken was left speechless, huffing in frustration before turning to Michael.

Michael was the picture of composure, setting down his glass of bourbon. “Brielle, now that you’ve been let go by Dorsey International and other companies aren’t willing to hire you, even if you have the talent, you’ve got no stage to shine on. If you say you love Max, you’ve got to show some real commitment.”

He shifted the conversation away from personal feelings. Those who had once ruled the business world weren’t to be trifled with by youngsters. From the moment Brielle and Max had entered, Michael had been plotting how to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

“I

you a chance, though. Ever heard of Stellar Stage Entertainment? It’s a

Dorsey International isn’t too concerned with this little venture, but what if I were to make you the executive CEO there? Would that interest

an uproar. Sending Brielle to run another company as the executive CEO? Why

of us Dorsey folk. Is it really okay to hand her such a sweet deal on a silver platter? Surely

should she

fortune, but I bet she’s already scheming on how to carve up our family

dared not criticize Michael’s decision too fiercely, instead casting gloomy glances at Brielle, as if she had stolen their piece

to outright reject the

drink, “If you disagree, then you’re free to leave. There’s no point in discussing

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our doors again with her head held high.”

steady on Michael. “Michael, if I take the job as executive CEO of Stellar Stage Entertainment, what level of success do you require

increase in performance.”

monumental increase was as light as a feather. Anyone familiar with finance knew that such a figure was a Herculean task, reserved only for

“Father!”

but Brielle continued, “And if I achieve that, you won’t stand in the way of me and