Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 589

Ricardo remained silent, standing quietly to the side.

John really didn’t have much to pack. Everything he owned wouldn’t even fill a small suitcase. His gaze lingered on the wedding photo by his bed, perforated with holes, and he pursed his lips tightly. He’d never imagined the day he would walk out of this place.

Seeing that John had finally mustered his courage, Brielle stood up. “John, let me lay it out straight for you. By joining Stellar Stage Entertainment, you’ll become an exclusive director under our banner. We’ll back movie after movie for you, but the only condition is you give first dibs to actors from our own roster. Of course, I’ll allow you to choose the ones you’re most satisfied with. If none meet your standards, I won’t stop you from looking elsewhere, but our talent must be your first port of call.”

This requirement actually gave John complete freedom. At least it didn’t limit him to choosing actors only from Stellar Stage Entertainment.

“Alright, I agree.”

Brielle then extended her hand. “I’m Brielle Haywood, the current president of Stellar Stage Entertainment. This here is Ricardo, one of our signed actors without a major work to his name yet. I hope you’ll guide him well in the future.”

A tremor quivered through John’s lips as he grasped her hand, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Thank you, Ms. Haywood. This is a momentous day for me.”

Years later, when John would recall this moment, he’d still feel a profound sense of gratitude. By then, he’d have an Oscar for Best Director under his belt, a pioneer among filmmakers. He’d always say the person he was most thankful to was Brielle, who pulled him out of the mire. She’s his close friend, his confidant. Her timely help would be something he’d remember for a

lifetime.

from a narrow passage and the moss climbing the walls, there was nothing much

his later works, stirring a deep resonance in

say, “Ms. Haywood, I’ve got some other matters to attend to, so I won’t

seat,

they drove off, she caught a glimpse of Ricardo in the

into a tiny dot as the car drove away and around a

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disappearing from view.

at the orange–hued sky, which seemed particularly beautiful against the backdrop of decay. The allure of standing in the sunlight was indeed a tempting thought.

and a man’s voice rang out. “Ricardo, this is your first failed mission,

instead looked at his palm. His hands were stained with blood, and he’s a man burdened with sin. Could he

coldly, “So, the infamous Chameleon, the master of disguise, has a soft heart after all?”

if he were a man who had emerged from a

better keep that backbone when