Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 692

Brielle’s taxi pulled up outside the towering edifice of Stellar Stage Entertainment to find a throng of people already crowding the entrance. Reporters were broadcasting live, their cameras pointed at the chaos. It was a blockade, utterly impenetrable.

The driver, catching sight of the bedlam, couldn’t help but exclaim, “This company’s the devil incarnate, I tell ya. Heard the big boss is forcing some poor girl to her demise. Utterly wicked”

Brielle, masked to avoid recognition, had now realized that the situation with Stellar Stage Entertainment had gone citywide in no time. She had the driver circle the building, but everywhere was swamped with frenzied fans, held back only by the burly security guards who were preventing what seemed like an

imminent not.

Rubbing her temples, she resignedly gave the driver Tiffanie’s address. As soon as they reached Tiffanie’s apartment building. Brielle’s phone began to ring. It was an unfamiliar number. A sense of foreboding washed over her. She hesitated before finally answering just as it was about to disconnect.

Michael’s voice came through, terse and unamused. “It looks like you’ve messed up.”

He was referring to her promise to skyrocket Stellar Stage Entertainment’s performance within six

months. The company’s reputation was now in the gutter, worse than ever before.

Stellar Stage Entertainment used to be off the radar, but now it’s the town pariah. Forget about profits. The stock’s barely staying afloat.

detect a hint of pleasure. “I’ll give you

Brielle’s stubbornness surged at Michael’s words.

with condescension, “Without Max, what chance do

accept my fate, I would’ve starved on the streets as a child. I’ve come

was even, devoid of emotion. She paid the driver with cash from her

universe hasn’t settled yet, Michael.

Michael’s eyes. He detested the defiance of those from the lower rungs of society. To him, the world’s wealth and power belonged to the elite, and despite

underprivileged. High mobility meant a chance for the poor, most people like Brielle clung to that hope. But in

scarce, its resources and connections cemented within an exclusive circle.

“Stellar Stage Entertainment is under Dorsey International, and this mess won’t leave us unscathed. We can handle

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haven’t lost yet, Michael.” With that, Brielle

phone, was shrouded in darkness. He managed to held his composure