Chapter 660


    Even the so–called grabbing a bite was something she squeezed into her hectic schedule.


    Brielle nodded, theck of sleep evident in the faint shadows under her eyes.


    Max watched her swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pinned her against the wall outside the


    elevator. He kissed her for several long minutes before striding away.


    With a sense of loss, Brielle’sshes drooped. As she lifted her hand to wipe her lips, she looked up to


    find several colleagues from the executive floor staring in shock not far away.


    Oh, crap.


    Not only were her colleagues from the top floor there but so were several executives from Dorsey


    International. Everyone seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.


    They must have exited the elevator in the wrong ce–how else could they have caught Max and


    Brielle kissing?


    The usually stoic Max had one arm around her waist, the other cupping the back of her head, looking


    like he hadn’t had enough of the kiss. His usual aura of unapproachability seemed to have dissipated


    somewhat. He even bent slightly to whisper something to Brielle.


    Her face turned beet red. She had forgotten the time. It was Dorsey International’s office hours, and


    though it was still early, her top–floor colleagues were always diligent and the earliest to arrive.


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    The scene had clearly stunned everyone; they were frozen in ce, unable to snap out of it even after


    several minutes had passed.


    The man hugging and kissing a woman couldn’t possibly be their CEO. And the woman, smiling as she


    wiped her lips, calmly greeting them–that couldn’t possibly be the same Brielle who had been a director


    at Dorsey International.


    Were their eyes ying tricks on them, or had the world gone mad? Wasn’t Brielle Mr. Dorsey’s


    nephew’s ex–fiancée?


    Brielle calmly stepped into the private elevator, and only once the doors closed did she slump against


    the elevator wall, boneless.


    Well, it was over.


    Sure enough, no sooner had she left Dorsey International than thepany’s staff chat exploded with


    a photo of Brielle and Max kissing. Although it was just a blurry silhouette, the morning sun’s golden


    light, the clouds outside the floor–to–ceiling windows, and the titanium–white overhead lights all made


    the photo breathtakingly beautiful.


    What drew the eye most was their CEO pulling someone into his embrace, and his whole dignified and


    fierce demeanor seemed to dissipate.


    The photo was only circted internally at Dorsey International. Nobody was indiscreet enough to leak


    it to the media.


    When Brielle arrived at Ster Stage Entertainment, she was still burning up. It was her first time being


    caught red–handed by so many people. Though she managed to greet others, she wished she could


    just crawl into a hole!


    Donny walked in just as she was about to leave. “Ms. Haywood, where are you off to?”


    “Discussing a new script.”


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    Donny was surprised. Were there still screenwriters willing to sell their scripts to them? Ster Stage


    Entertainment was slowly improving its reputation, but everyone was still taking a wait–and–see


    approach.


    The ce Brielle was heading to was off the beaten path, an area she remembered was nearly set for


    demolition years ago. There were a few famous local eateries there. She had eaten at one during her


    college days, and the memory was fresh in her mind,


    “Kenzo.” She called out as she entered, seeing Kenzo sitting at the far end.


    The eatery was in a remote location, akin to the alleys in the slums, twisting and turning. If not for her


    good memory, she probably would have gotten lost.


    It was a corridor–style eatery with private rooms on either side. The corridor’s end led to other


    restaurants or hotels, a real hodgepodge.


    When Brielle first came here, it was with ssmates who said Kenzo had personally rmended it,


    insisting that they try it. At the time, she thought it was a joke, a way to im a connection with Kenzo.


    It was only after seeing the message from Kenzo today that she realized he was serious.


    “How’s it going at Ster Stage Entertainment? I saw the trending topics. The staff seem to trust you.”


    Brielle shed her coat, revealing a loose–fitting, grey cropped sweater. The room was sufficiently


    heated, and she didn’t feel cold at all.


    The owner had already served up some dishes, all homely fare.


    “Are you really willing to sell that script to me?” she asked, still somewhat incredulous after reading


    Kenzo’s text. After all, his scripts were priceless.


    Anything with Kenzo’s name guaranteed a box office hit and critical acim. Even a TV drama


    adaptation could be the year’s champion in ratings.


    “It’s just a script,” Kenzo said, his tone gentle as he poured her some fruit wine.


    “Thank you.”


    Brielle sat cross–legged and smiled at the familiar dishes on the table. “The menu here seems to be


    the same as always. I came here once with ssmates and thought it would be demolished by now. I


    never expected this ce to still be here.