Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Martha's funeral was scheduled for two days later.

Brielle was in a meeting at Stellar Stage Entertainment when she heard the news.

Spring had arrived, and with it, the plans for the new year at Stellar Stage Entertainment were being laid out. The pressing issue at hand was convincing a sought-after male star to take the lead role in their latest screenplay. However, when a pop-up notification about the Dorsey International matriarch's burial appeared on her phone, Brielle's eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly.

The senior execs at Stellar Stage Entertainment had long since acknowledged her leadership. Even the wavering ones could tell that the news had hit her hard. After all, the media had been abuzz with reports of Mr. Dorsey's mother's passing, and today was the day of her interment.

They half expected Brielle to wrap up the meeting and rush to Max's side. But instead, she simply choked back a sob, her lashes casting a shadow on her grief-stricken face.

Her heart felt as if it were in a vice, yet her expression remained stoic. "Let's continue," she managed to say.

The executive who had been reporting didn't dare delay and carried on with the upcoming project details.

Brielle's gaze lingered on her phone screen, fixated on a blurry media-captured image of Max's silhouette, leading a procession of black-clad mourners. The spring drizzle seemed to soak the entire scene, the sorrow almost spilling out from the screen.

Feeling her eyes heat up, she realized Max looked so forlorn. Despite being surrounded by many, she felt he was utterly alone. Lowering her lashes, she felt the tears in her eyes. When she looked up, all the senior executives were silently watching her.

Donny quickly offered her a tissue, his tone laced with concern. "Ms. Haywood, got something in your eye?"

tears. She hastily accepted the

execs breathed a sigh of relief, noticing her cracked lips and the unnatural

Haywood, if you're not feeling well, you should rest," one of

for even a

and now continued to push through Stellar Stage Entertainment's projects. She didn't feel tired, only increasingly

carry on," she insisted. She turned off her phone's

she returned to her office, only to be confronted by Tiffanie barging in, her face

dump Maxie?!" Tiffanie's shaking

on her paperwork and didn't bother

mother just passed away and the Dorsey family is pressuring him

to say. She started to pick up

the collar. "Brielle, say something, damn it! Maxie was crying

the couch,

felt no pain - perhaps

nerve to leave Max. She couldn't bring herself to hit Brielle again. Instead, she kicked the

with anger and left the same way, hurling one last insult before she left.

a loud bang, the