Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 814

The warm breath tickled Brielle’s ear, and she instinctively flinched, watching as Keiran emerged from a crowd of models, a severed mannequin limb in his hand.

"You looking for me to act?"

Brielle snapped back to reality, nodding eagerly as she trailed behind him.

"Yes, King Keiran, you haven't taken any roles this year. I was wondering if Stellar Stage Entertainment might have the honor."

The room was dimly lit, making it hard for her to see Keiran clearly, though she had streamed several of his movies. Known for his award-winning performances and as the highest-paid actor in the industry, his looks and charisma were legendary.

Following him to the first floor, she heard him say, "I refuse."

Brielle placed the cake she had bought on the table and, through the light from the doorway, finally got a good look at him.

"Can I ask why?"

Keiran didn’t smoke or drink, but he had a notorious sweet tooth. His features were striking, and he gave Brielle a once-over, clearly not recognizing her.

"You, the lead actress?"

His tone was full of doubt. Before Brielle could respond, he leaned back, shaking his head critically.

"Not tall enough, not pretty enough, no right vibe, and too flat-chested. If I picked you, the box office would flop."

Brielle had faced plenty of mockery before, but no one had ever insulted her looks so bluntly. Keiran, accustomed to the beauties of showbiz, was especially picky.

He even made a pinching gesture in the air. "And a bit too broad in the waist. I’ve read the script; there's a bedroom scene with me. I don't want you taking advantage of me."

Brielle felt a vein throb on her forehead but kept her face neutral.

"Not with me, obviously. Stellar Stage Entertainment has many talents. Any actress you find suitable can take the lead."