Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 725

"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.

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.