Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 692

Chapter 692 

Brielle’s taxi pulled up outside the towering edifice of Stellar Stage Entertainment to find a throng of people already crowding the entrance. Reporters were broadcasting live, their cameras pointed at the chaos. It was a blockade, utterly impenetrable. 

The driver, catching sight of the bedlam, couldn’t help but exclaim, “This company’s the devil incarnate, I tell ya. Heard the big boss is forcing some poor girl to her demise. Utterly wicked” 

Brielle, masked to avoid recognition, had now realized that the situation with Stellar Stage Entertainment had gone citywide in no time. She had the driver circle the building, but everywhere was swamped with frenzied fans, held back only by the burly security guards who were preventing what seemed like an 

imminent not. 

Rubbing her temples, she resignedly gave the driver Tiffanie’s address. As soon as they reached Tiffanie’s apartment building. Brielle’s phone began to ring. It was an unfamiliar number. A sense of foreboding washed over her. She hesitated before finally answering just as it was about to disconnect. 

Michael’s voice came through, terse and unamused. “It looks like you’ve messed up.” 

He was referring to her promise to skyrocket Stellar Stage Entertainment’s performance within six 

months. The company’s reputation was now in the gutter, worse than ever before. 

Stellar Stage Entertainment used to be off the radar, but now it’s the town pariah. Forget about profits. The stock’s barely staying afloat. 

“Brielle, you’ve lost.” His tone was icy, but Brielle could detect a hint of pleasure. “I’ll give you a sum of money. Leave Beaconsfield.” 

Already on edge from a spat with Max, Brielle’s stubbornness surged at Michael’s words. “Michael, the game isn’t over yet.” 

He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with condescension, “Without Max, what chance do you have? Face it, Brielle, you and Max were never meant to be.” 

“If I were the type to accept my fate, I would’ve starved on the streets as a child. I’ve come this far because I never gave up. 

Her tone was even, devoid of emotion. She paid the driver with cash from her purse and looked up at Tiffanie’s residence. 

“The universe hasn’t settled yet, Michael. There’s always uncertainty.” 

A chill flickered in Michael’s eyes. He detested the defiance of those from the lower rungs of society. To him, the world’s wealth and power belonged to the elite, and despite Brielle’s tenacity, her origins were her shackles. 

Economists termed the chances of social mobility as a measure of hope for the underprivileged. High mobility meant a chance for the poor, most people like Brielle clung to that hope. But in a stable, developing country, social mobility inevitably dwindled. 

Beaconsfield was one such place where mobility was scarce, its resources and connections cemented within an exclusive circle. For Brielle to climb out of this quagmire was nigh impossible. 

Michael had no more words to waste. “Stellar Stage Entertainment is under Dorsey International, and this mess won’t leave us unscathed. We can handle the fallout if you step down now.” 

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“I haven’t lost yet, Michael.” With that, Brielle hung up first. 

Michael, staring into the silent phone, was shrouded in darkness. He managed to held his composure and turned his attention back to the news on TV