Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 678

Max’s name made the strained smile on Brielle’s face faded. She picked up a check. “I’m not rolling in cash like he is–there’s only ten million here.”

“That’s plenty.” With a flick of her wrist, Tiffanie toyed with the USB drive in her hand, her expression cocky. “Don’t worry, that old hag’s news will blow up the trending searches. soon enough.”

She referred to Amelia as an “old hag,” though in truth, Amelia was quite well–preserved and was the only female director of note who had won awards. She had her fair share of aspiring male actors willing to hook up with her to advance their careers.

As John had once revealed, it was Amelia’s promiscuity that was her downfall. When John caught her red–handed, she worried he would go public with the news, so she preemptively concocted a story of John being abusive and unfaithful, casting herself entirely as the victim.

Over the years, Amelia had crafted a successful public persona. Society had a soft spot for strong, independent women. In the public eye, Amelia was a woman who had been dealt a bad hand in love, but had risen from the ashes of her divorce to carve out her own successful path. She’d even become a vocal advocate for women’s issues on social media, preaching about financial independence, independent thought, education, and more. She’d even boldly claimed that she was done with men for life.

If Amelia hadn’t built up a public image of fearing men, then the video wouldn’t have fazed her. As a single, wealthy woman, a fling with a handsome man would have been merely a private indiscretion. But she had built this image, and was claiming to be done with men while secretly calling in not one but two male escorts for the night. It was the height of hypocrisy.

Brielle knew she could trust Tiffanie with this matter, as she had connect. n all sorts of places and always managed to unearth something surprising.

Mason and gave her a gentle reminder. “Mason’s

buried in books and technology, hardly ever interacting with women. A naive soul like him was no match for Tiffanie’s charms, and he’d fallen for her quickly. But Tiffanie’s upbringing had been so different from Mason’s that she couldn’t bring herself to

complex look flickered in Tiffanie’s eyes, and she pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up right there. “Brielle, don’t worry about me and Mason,” she

Her form was practiced and effortless–a clear sign of

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then. By the afternoon, Amelia’s scandal will

the harsh kind. It had a sweet, fruity aroma. She took a

and pick out some suitable actors from Stellar Stage. Remember,

his name. His scripts were typically reserved for top–tier directors, and now Donny had the chance to handle one, maybe even cast one of his

tied up with his own

furrowed. “Doesn’t Stellar