Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 722

The expected flood of tears didn’t materialize, leaving Kingston with a lump in his throat and an awkward expression that hung somewhere between wanting to cry and riot being able to shed a single tear

The shock wasn’t confined to the studio; even online viewers were reeling from the drama.

“Brielle’s being so cold. I mean, that’s her biological father standing right there!”

“How can you call someone ‘dad‘ if all they did was bring you into the world but didn’t raise you?”

“Sure, she’s made a fortune, but I heard her old man’s on welfare. If she’s this heartless with her own kin, Imagine how she treats the rest of the world.”

The live chat was in uproar due to Brielle’s attitude, fervent comments flying every which way.

Backstage, the crew watched the numbers skyrocket, eyes glowing with excitement. “We’ve hit 50 million views! Get the camera on Brielle, now! The audience can’t get enough of her!”

The director’s word was law, and soon enough, Brielle’s indifferent face filled the screens, sending the ratings through the roof. After all, this was the sensational newsmaker’s first live public appearance!

Kingston was miffed, expecting a tearful reunion since every woman supposedly longs for a family. But Brielle’s face was too composed. Was this really the face of someone meeting their father?

Trying to control his imitation as they were still on air–Kingston played his part

“I’m your biological father, Kingston. I only got the paternity confirmation today. The hospital called me immediately. Back then, we were struggling financially and just couldn’t afford another child, so we had to send you to the orphanage. Your mother was devastated and cried for days. We visited you as much as we could until our family faced more hardships, and we lost touch. We’ve been looking for you all these years. You’ve done so well for yourself. It’s truly astounding, Bri.”

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A six–figure salary should suffice. He won’t settle for less, and as your brother, it wouldn’t reflect well on you if his salary were too low, would it, Bri?” Kingston’s face was flushed with a mix of excitement and anticipation. “Girls shouldn’t earn so much. I’ve seen the news about your ex–fiancé, and we worry you’ll run into another deadbeat. Your mother and I think it’s best if you keep your money with us. That way, if you get a boyfriend, you won’t naively hand over your hard–earned cash. Men are unreliable.

she was his daughter. On his way there, he’d boasted to his neighbors about his long–lost daughter, who had become a CEO overnight. The heavens must’ve blessed them. Her success was surely a karmic reward for their past actions. If they hadn’t

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