Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Kingston was fuming. Brielle's indifferent attitude was getting under his skin, and he was at a loss for words.

"You know, it's only right to look after the family. Haven't you ever thought about where you'd be if we hadn't left you at the doorstep of that orphanage? You owe your whole life to that moment. We don't expect your gratitude, but you've got our blood in your veins, and now that you've struck it rich, you can't just turn your back on your poor relatives."

Brielle's brow creased, a flicker of emotion breaking through her usually composed demeanor.

Even the show's host was speechless. This man's words were shameless.

Backstage, the production crew was buzzing.

"The ratings are through the roof! Let Kingston keep talking! Quick, keep the cameras on Brielle."

Her face was made for the camera, even the slightest frown looked stunning. Her aloofness against Kingston's scheming created a stark contrast that set the internet ablaze.

She just chuckled softly and slid a card onto the table. "I've consulted with the doctors. The best sperm goes for about twenty thousand dollars, and the best egg roughly forty thousand. Sure, carrying a baby for nine months is tough, so I'll give you ten thousand a month for that. All in all, it adds up to a hundred and sixty thousand dollars. I'm offering you a lump sum to sever all ties with you. Take this card, and don't come looking for me again."

"Brielle! Is this how you treat your own father?!"

Kingston couldn't hold back any longer, his face darkening with anger. He had wanted a fortune - a billion, not a measly hundred and sixty thousand. Was she looking down on him?

you're saying is, you don't want the

pressure mount, his eyes pleading with the

card back. "Ms. Brielle, isn't this sum a

line. Your mother and I have been searching for you for

receptionist approached with an admiring look. "Ms. Haywood, what can I do for

this hundred and sixty thousand to

I'll get

It was

from these ridiculous shows in the future. My appearance fee isn't cheap, and neither

"Brielle! Brielle!"

causing chaos among the crew. Stellar Stage Entertainment's security was quick to step in and escort them out. Kingston was a man of little substance but great pride. He had dressed up today, thinking he was going to impress at

face burned with embarrassment, a mix of awkwardness and

was still live-streaming the debacle. He

was born. Mark my words, if she

camera back to Kingston, capturing his ugly rant for

show's ratings soaring to

The production team achieved