Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 911

Chapter 911

After hanging up the phone, Max slipped back under the covers. Brielle, as if sensing his return, turned towards him and nestled perfectly into his embrace. Max held her tight, gazing down at her with profound intensity. Brielle, vulnerable in her sleep, still instinctively

protected her belly, as if fearing the precious new life within could vanish at any moment. Max sighed and gently patted her waist.

When Brielle woke, she made a beeline for Stellar Stage Entertainment. Donny had called early in the day; Dorsey International was making big moves. They had already held a press conference that morning, boldly announcing two upcoming talent shows over the next six months-one for male stars and another for female leads. Dorsey International's ambition to penetrate the entertainment industry was clear.

Stellar Stage Entertainment, finally gaining momentum, faced a setback as scriptwriters, tempted by Dorsey's lucrative offers, abandoned their commitments and flocked to Dorsey International. Multiple scripts, planned by Stellar Stage for production, were now in jeopardy, throwing Stellar Stage's annual plan into disarray. Brielle was furious-Stellar Stage had only just stabilized, and now Dorsey's executives were stooping to sabotage her company. A hint of sarcasm flickered in her eyes.

and the media, now on Dorsey's payroll, were bad-mouthing the film at this critical juncture. If the public bought into this negative press

get them to churn out some positive reviews? The net's

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betrayed Stellar Stage, the company's position would only worsen. "Let's keep our cool, Donny. Let the first audience come out of the

placing gifts on Brielle's desk with deference. "Ms. Brielle, these cards are from the gentleman for

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no spending limit, and the gold cards granted VIP membership at luxury stores, with all counters free of charge. In Beaconsfield, only a select few wielded such cards. Even Donny had only seen them by chance Stellar Stage's biggest predicament

brought property deeds-three of Beaconsfield's most luxurious mansions, a shopping center, and an amusement park. "Ms. Brielle, please sign here." Brielle knew these gifts were from the Lynch family. Refusing them would probably

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la crème from Italy, their lifetime salaries already paid by someone to dress Brielle exclusively. Brielle was never particular about her wardrobe, but Stellar Stage's artists lacked the attention of industry designers. With a generous gesture, she assigned the designers to