Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 732

No wonder Donny was so unwilling. If the script hadn't been handed to such a director, it would indeed have been a waste of Kenzo's talent.

Brielle heaved a sigh, "Hand over the address of that movie star, will you? I’ll meet him personally."

Donny's eyes sparkled with hope, but they soon dimmed again. "Ms. Haywood, he's really a bit odd. I'm worried he might harm you. Maybe you shouldn't go."

"Don't worry about me, I've got a black belt in Taekwondo. Your average Joe can't do much to hurt me."

Hearing this, Donny excitedly scribbled down the address. "He meets guests in that villa, but each visitor gets roughly ten minutes tops—that's the limit of his patience."

Such a diva.

Brielle didn't rush to meet this star. Instead, she did some digging into the movies he'd shot.

The actor's resume was indeed simple, as Donny had said, with all four movies he'd starred in winning awards. He was currently one of the highest-paid figures in showbiz.

She couldn't help but rub her temples, wondering just how hefty his paycheck must be.

She was about to open some documents she needed for the afternoon when her phone buzzed with a text from Max. [Reply to me.]

Brielle raised an eyebrow and immediately opened Twitter, discovering that the string of garbled characters had indeed commented on her post.

That string of gibberish was buried under a hundred thousand other comments, rather pitiful. No fan in their wildest dreams would guess that the CEO of Dorsey International had a Twitter handle that was a system-generated mess.

Finding it amusing, she responded to his comment with a rose emoji, and Max's reply was simple—an emoji of a thumbs-up.

Because of her response, Max's comment shot up to the top.

[Why did Ms. Haywood reply to this account? Who is this person?]

[Ms. Haywood didn't reply to me, but why did she reply to this person with no proper handle. I don’t even know if they're a guy or a gal!]

[I'm green with envy. Got a response and it's a rose at that.]

[Looks like next time I should try just a thumbs-up for my comment, not even a word.]

Max saw his comment section growing and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

His new account gained a couple dozen followers, and he noticed a fan commenting under Brielle's tweet. [Babe, look at me. I've commented dozens of times, why haven't you replied even once? Notice me, darling.]

As for whether such reporting would affect Brielle personally, that was none of their concern.

However, soon, the entire TV network received a directive to halt all coverage of Brielle.

The head of 'Life Focus' thought he had heard wrong. Halt? Yesterday's viewership had broken all-time records for any TV station. Halting now would mean watching other networks rake in the views.

What on earth were the higher-ups thinking?

The head was about to storm off to the executives for an argument when someone stopped him.

"Buddy, calm down. The network's hands are tied. It's an order from Dorsey International. If we don't stop, they'll pull the plug on future investments in the network. You know the clout Dorsey International wields."

It was often said that looking down from the top floor of Dorsey International's headquarters, all you could see was their assets – and there was no exaggeration in that. If Dorsey International decided to block all their investors, it wouldn't just be 'Life Focus' that suffered, but every program on the network would decline.

Without sponsors, there'd be no ad revenue, and they'd be left surviving on government subsidies, with the situation only worsening.

Hearing this, the head of 'Life Focus' backed down. He might take on the executives, but even he wouldn't dare challenge Dorsey International.

He was baffled. Why would Dorsey International bother with such a trivial matter?