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.

didn't bother explaining. This guy's face blindness

should I listen

sent, and he instructed you to follow my

pompous head dipped slightly, uncertainty creeping

My computer got stolen, and my

retrieved. You're not going to listen to your

without a choice, Keiran caved, "Fine,

that he was now part of

star, having won numerous prestigious awards, and was notably unaffiliated with any

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

had a razor-sharp tongue, picking fights like a petulant child, biting whoever crossed his

entertainment business, even the thickest

him into a contract, and he'd bluntly tell you that your hair

seemed capable of dealing with this

did Stellar Stage Entertainment

interviews, was suddenly willing to show his

was immense-Stellar Stage Entertainment's stock

thing she'd seen was a soccer superstar moving a soda can out of frame during an interview, which instantly evaporated

of celebrity

Stage Entertainment's stock sailing high,

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