Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 831

Ever since she was a kid, Aubree had been called a lot of things, but ugly was never one of them.

"You're not just a few fries short of a Happy Meal, you've also got bats in your belfry. I think that big head of yours is just there to make you taller. Need me to find you an optometrist?" Keiran hadn't expected the folks at Stellar Stage Entertainment to be so blunt. Realizing he might have mistaken someone else for Brielle, he stormed out the door in a huff. Aubree let out a derisive snort. She hadn't been sitting for more than a few minutes before he barged back in.

"Brielle, I'm telling you, I'd rather eat glass than sign with Stellar Stage Entertainment. Get the media to retract that story, or I'm suing you."

The exact same scene had played out just minutes earlier.

Aubree's brow furrowed as she figured this guy might genuinely be a few cards short of a deck.

She got up without a word, intending to leave.

Keiran frowned. Why was Brielle ignoring him?

As Aubree reached the door and pulled it open, she came face to face with the real Brielle standing outside.

Brielle looked at Keiran with a familiar ease.

"Pack your bags, we're heading abroad in a couple of days. Now that you're here, it saves me the hassle of having to drag you out of your hidey-hole."

Keiran looked from her to Aubree, at a loss as to who the real Brielle was.

This guy's face blindness could drive a saint

I listen to

email your brother sent, and he instructed you

pompous head dipped slightly,

email lost? My computer

not going to listen

choice, Keiran caved, "Fine, I'll travel

where he declared voluntarily signing with Stellar Stage Entertainment and that he

was the entertainment industry's hottest male star, having won numerous prestigious awards, and was notably unaffiliated

him, some even resorting to dirty tricks, only to be sent packing with their tails

had a razor-sharp tongue, picking fights like a

even the

a contract, and he'd bluntly tell you that your hair looked unwashed and greasy, sending

seemed capable of dealing with this

did Stellar Stage Entertainment

who never gave interviews, was suddenly willing to

impact was immense-Stellar

the most absurd thing she'd seen was a soccer superstar moving a soda can

of celebrity

Stage Entertainment's stock sailing high, with previously hesitant screenwriters now

were over the moon, their hands cramping from signing new deals, their phones