Master of his heart

Chapter 677
“Hey Brielle, are you tight with the folks over at Dorsey International?”
Mason, a tech wiz through and through, didn’t bother with online gossip and was even less interested in Brielle’s personal life.
He’d only reach out to Brielle for work–related matters, spending most of his time at the company’s overseas branches.
“Yeah, send the latest updates to my computer, and let’s set up a meeting for later.”
Mason didn’t hang up, and Brielle thought he had something more to say. He then asked, “How’s Tiffanie doing? Is she busy?”
Brielle paused, “When’s the last time you saw her?”
Mason’s face turned a shade of crimson, and he awkwardly ruffled his hair. “Well, she came over to see me, and, uh, after we...
you know... she left. That was about ten days ago.”
His stammering made it clear that he found the topic rather embarrassing. Brielle fell silent. She had never disclosed the
relationship between the two, and now it was even harder to speak up.
Mason took a deep breath, ready to face the embarrassment. “I don’t know if I did something wrong. She’s not been answering
my calls lately. Could you call her and check. in when you’re free?”
“Sure, I’ll check up on her.” After hanging up, Brielle rubbed her temples and walked into her office, feeling exhausted. She called
Donny in and set herself up with an online public account, listing her position as President of Stellar Stage Entertainment.
The account was quickly approved, and most artists from Stellar Stage Entertainment followed her promptly.
Brielle found Amelia’s tweet, which blatantly criticized her for her lack of decurum. She retweeted it with a comment. [Don’t
delete this. Wait for the court summons.]
The night before, Brielle hadn’t paid any mind to the news online or checked her phone. She was preoccupied with the memory
of Annie wearing the scarf and the fact that Max hadn’t come home, leaving her feeling anxious and unsettled.
And now, she had to deal with a challenge from her opponent so early in the morning. Her features sharpened with
determination, and she took the opportunity to arrange a meeting with Tiffanie to discuss both Amelia and Mason.
Once Brielle’s account was verified and she retweeted Amelia’s post, she instantly drew the attention of many online users.

“Is that the real Brielle? This a new account, right?”
“That’s a verified tag: the CEO of Stellar Stage Entertainment. The media was hounding her earlier, so it must be her.”
“Talk about bold. Amelia’s fans are gonna have a field day with this.”
Indeed, Brielle was lambasted by the public. Firstly, she wasn’t a celebrity with a massive fanbase, and the artists from Stellar
Stage Entertainment who followed her didn’t pack much punch. Secondly, Amelia was well–connected with numerous stars
whose fans numbered in the millions. So, Brielle’s blunt response led to her trending online amid a barrage of insults.
After posting, Brielle let her lawyers handle the legal side of things and moved on.
By noon, Tiffanie showed up, still sporting her trendy look, complete with sleeve tattoos. Chewing gum, she looked around
Brielle’s office and commented, “This place is way less fancy than Dorsey International.”
Brielle put down her pen and asked, “Why aren’t you taking Mason’s calls?”
Tiffanie stopped her chewing for a moment, sensing a tone in Brielle’s voice that eerily resembled Maxie’s. It must’ve been her
imagination.
“It’s just, once you’ve had your fun, the thrill’s gone.”
What a heartbreaker!
“I hear you’re planning to push Aubree into showbiz. How about me?” Tiffanie seemed to have brushed off Mason as she eagerly
awaited Brielle’s opinion.
Brielle took a moment before frowning. “Are you playing with his feelings?”
“He’s too serious. It’s boring.” Tiffanie looked down. She was slightly afraid of people who were too earnest.
“Tiffanie,” Brielle called her out, “not everyone is an Everett or Victoria.”
But Tiffanie steered clear of that topic, shifting the conversation. “You didn’t call me here just for this, did you? Is it about that
Amelia thing? I have friends who know her. She’s quite the party animal for her age. She was in a friend’s VIP room and took
home two guys in one night.”

Brielle rubbed her forehead, allowing Tiffanie to dodge the Mason issue. “Got any proof?”
Tiffanie leaned in, her smile growing. “Maxie’s been down lately, and I didn’t get a chance to shake him down for some cash.
You’re gonna help me out, right?”