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?

"So, what you're saying is, you don't want the hundred and sixty

mount, his eyes pleading

host quickly pushed the card back. "Ms. Brielle, isn't this sum a tad insulting to your own

Brielle, you're really out of line. Your mother and I have been

gestured, and a receptionist approached with an admiring

nonchalant. "Donate this hundred and sixty thousand to

away, I'll get someone on

you money. It was your choice to refuse it. I didn't want to be harsh, but

ridiculous shows in the future. My appearance fee isn't cheap, and neither is my time. You can't afford to

"Brielle! Brielle!"

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

embarrassment, a mix of

to mention, the crew was still live-streaming the debacle. He had

born. Mark my words, if she doesn't cough up a billion,

Kingston, capturing

words sent the show's ratings soaring

The production team achieved