Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 814

The warm breath tickled Brielle's ear, and she instinctively flinched, watching as Keiran emerged from a crowd of models, a severed mannequin limb in his hand. "You looking for me to act?"

Brielle snapped back to reality, nodding eagerly as she trailed behind him.

"Yes, King Keiran, you haven't taken any roles this year. I was wondering if Stellar Stage Entertainment might have the honor."

The room was dimly lit, making it hard for her to see Keiran clearly, though she had streamed several of his movies. Known for his award-winning performances and as the highest-paid actor in the industry, his looks and charisma were legendary. Following him to the first floor, she heard him say, "I refuse."

Brielle placed the cake she had bought on the table and, through the light from the doorway, finally got a good look at him.

"Can I ask why?"

Keiran didn't smoke or drink, but he had a notorious sweet tooth. His features were striking, and he gave Brielle a once-over, clearly not recognizing her.

"You, the lead actress?"

His tone was full of doubt. Before Brielle could respond, he leaned back, shaking his head critically.

"Not tall enough, not pretty enough, no right vibe, and too flat-chested. If I picked you, the box office would flop."

her looks so

the air. "And a bit too broad in the waist. I've read the script; there's a bedroom scene with me. I don't want you taking advantage of me." Brielle felt a vein throb

talents. Any actress

had already unwrapped the cake, eating it while managing to throw shade-something only he could pull off. He ate gracefully, but after a few

raised an eyebrow, their conversation barely started. Just as she was

don't leave now,

Right in front of his eyes, she rearranged the partially eaten cake, tied a neat bow on it, and took out

QUMS

code.

and fifty dollars. Please settle the

Brielle

gift. I just set it down for a moment. I still need to take

her surprise,

out his phone

dollars. He recognized the packaging; it was from a bakery owned by

piece

normally cost

supposed to be five