Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Damn it! Have the big shots at Dorsey International lost their minds? They're actually meddling in the affairs of an ex-director?"

"Just chill for a sec. We are sniffing around too. If we really tick off Dorsey International because of Brielle, we're gonna pay through the nose."

The team leader sighed heavily, lifting his hand to rub his temples. "We finally got some buzz going, and Kingston trusts us. Even if we drop the story, every other channel is gonna jump on this like a trampoline."

"I just got a call. It's not just our station. Every network got a threat from Dorsey International. The reporters camped out at Stellar Stage Entertainment have scattered."

"Damn! Who the hell is Brielle?!"

Everyone in the break room was stunned.

They were talking about every single news outlet. Dorsey International wasn't just making a friendly call. They must've had word with the top brass..

Wasn't Brielle supposed to be just some regular Joe with no connections, who left Dorsey International? How could she pull such strings?

Everyone fell silent, thinking back to the scene of crazily exploiting Brielle's story yesterday, feeling a bit intimidated.

If the power behind her decided to get even, wouldn't Life Focus, the show that first thrust Brielle into the spotlight, be in the line of fire?

Twenty minutes later, the Life Focus crew got the notice. The show was canceled, and to be replaced by something new.

Beaconsfield would be without its beloved Life Focus from now on.

production team was slapped with a gag order, forbidden

no idea Max had intervened. She just noticed the absence of

just an illusion. She asked Donny, but even he was

decided to let it be. After all, no reporters meant good

to call it a day when the receptionist called

the reporters suddenly vanished,

reaching out to the Life Focus crew again, but this time, they wouldn't

unease crept over Kingston. If the reporters

he created a Twitter account, bluntly named Brielle's Birth Father. Since there were no journalists, he could post

ments about Brielle online

himself.

no sooner had he typed out a tirade against Brielle than his account

had lived a long life but

thought it was a glitch, so he appealed, only to be

in petty theft, was no criminal. To

to another number and attempted to register again, only to be met with the same

pulling strings, instructing the operators not to allow any of his comments to

Stage Entertainment, hoping to

his side, clamoring for the story. Now, he

Brielle. After all, she was his long-lost daughter, and asking for a billion in alimony was not excessive. Bristling with anger yet powerless, Kingston