Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Damn it! Have the big shots at Dorsey International lost their minds? They're actually meddling in the affairs of an ex-director?"

"Just chill for a sec. We are sniffing around too. If we really tick off Dorsey International because of Brielle, we're gonna pay through the nose."

The team leader sighed heavily, lifting his hand to rub his temples. "We finally got some buzz going, and Kingston trusts us. Even if we drop the story, every other channel is gonna jump on this like a trampoline."

"I just got a call. It's not just our station. Every network got a threat from Dorsey International. The reporters camped out at Stellar Stage Entertainment have scattered."

"Damn! Who the hell is Brielle?!"

Everyone in the break room was stunned.

They were talking about every single news outlet. Dorsey International wasn't just making a friendly call. They must've had word with the top brass..

Wasn't Brielle supposed to be just some regular Joe with no connections, who left Dorsey International? How could she pull such strings?

Everyone fell silent, thinking back to the scene of crazily exploiting Brielle's story yesterday, feeling a bit intimidated.

If the power behind her decided to get even, wouldn't Life Focus, the show that first thrust Brielle into the spotlight, be in the line of fire?

Twenty minutes later, the Life Focus crew got the notice. The show was canceled, and to be replaced by something new.

Beaconsfield would be without its beloved Life Focus from now on.

The production team was slapped with a gag order, forbidden from mentioning anything related to Brielle online.

Brielle had no idea Max had intervened. She just noticed the absence of reporters around Stellar Stage Entertainment.

It was as if the bustling scene from earlier was just an illusion. She asked Donny, but even he was clueless.

Brielle decided to let it be. After all, no reporters meant good news for her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, packed up, and was about to call it a day when the receptionist called her. Kingston was still loitering outside, refusing to leave.

Kingston was utterly baffled. Why had the reporters suddenly vanished, leaving him awkwardly alone?

He tried reaching out to the Life Focus crew again, but this time, they wouldn't even take his call.

A sense of unease crept over Kingston. If the reporters wouldn't show, what was he supposed to do?

After a moment's thought, he created a Twitter account, bluntly named Brielle's Birth Father. Since there were no journalists, he could post commeNôvelDrama.Org content.

ments about Brielle online

himself.

However, no sooner had he typed out a tirade against Brielle than his account was suspended.

Kingston had lived a long life but had never seen anything like it.

He thought it was a glitch, so he appealed, only to be denied. The message claimed his account was in violation.

ve

Kingston, who had spent his life overseeing warehouses and occasionally dabbling in petty theft, was no criminal. To say his account was in violation was absurd.

Undeterred, he switched to another number and attempted to register again, only to be met with the same warning.

Kingston was too stupid to realize someone must be pulling strings, instructing the operators not to allow any of his comments to spread.

Out of options, Kingston loitered outside Stellar Stage Entertainment, hoping to catch a glimpse of Brielle.

Just half an hour ago, every reporter stood by his side, clamoring for the story. Now, he felt abandoned by the whole world.

He planned to turn his life around relying on Brielle. After all, she was his long-lost daughter, and asking for a billion in alimony was not excessive. Bristling with anger yet powerless, Kingston waited.

Then, a luxury car emerged from the underground parking lot, and his eyes lit up.

"Brielle!"

She seemed not to hear, steering in another direction.

Infuriated, Kingston threw caution to the wind, standing in front of the car with arms splayed wide in

shameless defiance. He was sure Brielle wouldn't dare hit him. Of she did it'd be parricide.

She'd never live that down!

Brielle did stop, pulling out her phone to call the cops. The police arrived swiftly and carted Kingston away.

"Brielle! You'll face consequences! I'm your dad! Brielle! How can you deny me!"

Sitting in her car, Brielle heard the desperate cries. A wry smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

This was her birth father? The man who discarded her, only to return years later, hoping to cash in on her success.

Family bonds were profoundly disappointing indeed.