Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Everyone's still around, dying to catch a glimpse of Brielle. Why haven't you brought her here yet? I've already promised them that they can all find jobs with a salary over ten grand a month. Honey, we really hit the jackpot this time."

The sound of his wife's nagging voice made Kingston feel irritable.

Why hadn't those relatives left yet? They had been waiting all morning.

He regretted speaking too soon and even inviting so many people over to his place, guaranteeing them he'd bring Brielle back.

Now it felt like a slap in the face.

"Is everyone watching the show?"

"What show? Honey, are you on TV? Oh my gosh, did the network approach you because you're Brielle's dad?"

Learning that they hadn't watched the show yet, Kingston finally felt a bit less embarrassed.

"I'll explain everything when I get back. For now, just find an excuse to send the relatives packing. They weren't this eager to help when we were down and out. Now that they've heard my daughter is a CEO, they're all too willing to grace us with their presence. As for the jobs, let's wait and see who's the most sincere, and we'll make a deal with them."

The woman thought it over and agreed. Why should they hand out favors to these people?

"Alright, I'll talk to them."

Kingston hung up the phone, feeling utterly restless. He had to find a way to make Brielle acknowledge him, or he'd be looked down upon by the relatives sooner or later.

His hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel as various plans flickered through his mind, only to be dismissed one after another.

Back in the day, giving up his daughter was a simple decision. Their house had two bedrooms - one for him and his wife, and the other for his son. There was no room for a daughter, so she was abandoned. After all, a daughter wasn't seen as useful.

Back then, there was no custom of wedding gifts. Otherwise, he would've never given up his daughter. Raising her could've fetched lots of money now.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Kingston glanced at Stellar Stage Entertainment with a determined look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Brielle had returned to the Stellar Stage Entertainment building, thinking back on Kingston's words with a hint of amusement.

She took out the paternity test and struggled to believe that such a man could be her father.

A trace of coldness swept across her eyes, but this was Mark's investigation. It was unlikely to be a mistake.

Frustrated, she put the paternity test aside and rubbed her temples.

The phone number of the testing center was on the paper. After a moment's thought, she called to confirm the results, which indeed verified their father-daughte relationship.

If Kingston had been a decent, uncalculating middle-aged man, who had genuine difficulties when he abandoned her, Brielle wouldn't be so disgusted with her heritage She would have certainly helped her

settle into their old age

comfortably.

But this family, who preferred a son over a daughter and abandoned her for that reason, was now foolishly hoping to get money from her. Dream on.

Brielle tossed the paternity test documents into a drawer and headed downstairs to drive back to Premier Palace.

The car she was driving was a gift

from Max. She had initially thought it too flashy, but they had just

reconciled, and she couldn't bear to reject her boyfriend's gift, so she accepted it with grace.

Stepping out of the car, she could smell chicken soup from a distance and chuckled.

Wesley was at it again, brewing soup.

The wreath was still hanging inside Premier Palace, warming her heart as she pushed open the door.

"I'm back." She called out, seeing Max sitting on the couch in a meeting, bathed in the brilliant light from above, as if sprinkled with glittering gold dust.

Her heart warmed up. She used to long for a family and yearn for her parents. However, reality repeatedly played jokes on her.

She realized she shouldn't fantasize about boarding any ship, for she already had the sea.