Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Kingston was fuming. Brielle's indifferent attitude was getting under his skin, and he was at a loss for words.

"You know, it's only right to look after the family. Haven't you ever thought about where you'd be if we hadn't left you at the doorstep of that orphanage? You owe your whole life to that moment. We don't expect your gratitude, but you've got our blood in your veins, and now that you've struck it rich, you can't just turn your back on your poor relatives."

Brielle's brow creased, a flicker of emotion breaking through her usually composed demeanor.

Even the show's host was speechless. This man's words were shameless.

Backstage, the production crew was buzzing.

"The ratings are through the roof! Let Kingston keep talking! Quick, keep the cameras on Brielle."

Her face was made for the camera, even the slightest frown looked stunning. Her aloofness against Kingston's scheming created a stark contrast that set the internet ablaze.

She just chuckled softly and slid a card onto the table. "I've consulted with the doctors. The best sperm goes for about twenty thousand dollars, and the best egg roughly forty thousand. Sure, carrying a baby for nine months is tough, so I'll give you ten thousand a month for that. All in all, it adds up to a hundred and sixty thousand dollars. I'm offering you a lump sum to sever all ties with you. Take this card, and don't come looking for me again."

"Brielle! Is this how you treat your own father?!"

Kingston couldn't hold back any longer, his face darkening with anger. He had wanted a fortune - a billion, not a measly hundred and sixty thousand. Was she looking down on him?

Brielle's eyes grew colder as she raised an eyebrow. "So, what you're saying is, you don't want the hundred and sixty thousand, is that right?"

Kingston felt the pressure mount, his eyes pleading with the host.

The host quickly pushed the card back. "Ms. Brielle, isn't this sum a tad insulting to your own father?"

Kingston, as if he found his backbone, breathed a sigh of relief. "That's right. Brielle, you're really out of line. Your mother and I have been searching for you for years, and this is how you repay us? We're so disappointed."

Brielle gestured, and a receptionist approached with an admiring look. "Ms. Haywood, what can I do for you?"

Brielle handed her the card, her tone nonchalant. "Donate this hundred and sixty thousand to the orphanage in my name."

"Right away, I'll get someone on it."

Brielle turned to the people in front of her. "I offered you money. It was your choice to refuse it. I didn't want to be harsh, but you really don't

know when to quit. Please, spare me from these ridiculous shows in the future. My appearance fee isn't cheap, and neither is my time. You can't afford to waste it."

"Brielle! Brielle!"

Failing to get what he wanted, Kingston started shouting in the lobby, causing chaos among the crew. Stellar Stage Entertainment's security was quick to step in and escort them out. Kingston was a man of little substance but great pride. He had dressed up today, thinking he was going to impress at a big company. Instead, he was shown the door.

His face burned with embarrassment, a mix of awkwardness and anger.

Not to mention, the crew was still live-streaming the debacle. He had never been so publicly humiliated.

"I regret ever having her. Should've ended it before she was born. Mark my words, if she doesn't cough up a billion, I'll drag her down to hell with me."

The host quickly directed the camera back to Kingston, capturing his ugly rant for all to see.

His words sent the show's ratings soaring to new heights.

The production team achieved

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However, Kingston left disappointed, stating that he would continue to find ways to reclaim Brielle.

Seething, Kingston got into his borrowed car and pounded the steering wheel.

How could this be happening? Shouldn't Brielle be overjoyed to reconnect with her biological father?

Grinding his teeth, Kingston dialed his wife. "Are the relatives still around?"

He blamed his hubris, thinking that women belonged at home serving men, and that Brielle would be no different.

Men were always the pillar of

strength for women, and a father was the linchpin of a family. He had expected Brielle to break down in tears, overwhelmed by emotion at finding her pillar. However, she had looked at him as if he were a stranger, a reaction he hadn't anticipated, leaving him humiliated in front of the whole world.