Chapter 665


    Brielle’s aches melted away in an instant as she watched Alivia dominate the entire TV screen with her


    poised presence.


    This was the official broadcaster, and getting an interview slot here took some real clout.


    Inevitably, the gossip mills churned once more, specting about Alivia’s rtionship with Max. Brielle


    couldn’t care less. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the television off.


    She was in a bit of a fugitive state of mind, avoiding thoughts of Max, and instead headed to Ster


    Stage Entertainment. Upon arrival, someone was already waiting in the lobby–John’s ex–wife, Amelia.


    Amelia had bided her time before showing up at Ster Stage Entertainment, which showed she had


    some patience.


    Brielle was clutching the script Kenzo had passed to her, and Amelia’s eyes narrowed at the sight of


    that familiar cover.


    “Kenzo’s working with Ster Stage Entertainment now?” Disbelief tinged her voice as she sized up


    Brielle.


    Having been through the wringer with Max the night before, Brielle still had a glow in her eyes that


    could be misconstrued.


    Amelia bit back her frustration, “Were you with Mr. Kenzost night?” She had parted ways with Kenzo


    just the previous evening, and at that time, he hadn’t found a partner yet. Yet here was his script, in


    Brielle’s hands overnight.


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    Wasn’t Kenzo supposed to be indifferent to women?


    Too manypanies had tried to seduce him with beauty before. After all, a script by Kenzo was


    synonymous with untold riches and rave reviews. But every woman sent his way had been turned


    away. Eventually, some tried a different tactic, sending attractive men instead, but to no avail.


    With Brielle looking the way she did, it was hard not to jump to conclusions.


    Amelia had never taken Brielle seriously, who was just the CEO of some nearly bankrupt outfit.


    Ster Stage Entertainment’s cash flow was probably less than her personal bank ount. What kind


    of benefits could this CEO reap?


    She sneered, “I’m Amelia, a director. Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Haywood. I’ve heard much about you.”


    Her lips said ‘pleasure, but her refusal to offer a handshake spoke volumes of contempt.


    Brielle hadn’t expected to be cornered as soon as she stepped into the lobby. She couldn’t


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    be bothered to engage. “If you have a proposition to discuss, Ms. Amelia, you can coordinate with the


    receptionist. I’ll schedule a time.”


    Amelia’s eyes narrowed sharply, almost disbelieving what she heard. How was the CEO of some


    crumblingpany busier than her? Amelia had turned down several invitations toe to Ster


    Stage Entertainment!


    “Ms. Haywood, I believe Ster Stage Entertainment’s stocks are nearly depleted. Thispany might


    not even exist tomorrow, so there’s no need for such airs.”


    Still fuming from the morning’s events, Brielle looked up, her patience worn thin. “Ms. Amelia, you


    needn’t worry about Ster Stage Entertainment. Even if you’re done, Ster Stage Entertainment


    won’t be. I’m busy. Good day.”


    “You!”


    Amelia was so angry she took a few steps to follow but was stopped by security.


    Watching Brielle’s retreating figure, Amelia nearlyughed in rage. Did Brielle even know who she


    was? She was the most sought–after female director!


    Fuming, Amelia took out her phone and fired off a post on her social media. [Ster Stage


    Entertainment’s CEO is indeed young and attractive, quite the strategist. She’s got my ex–husband


    tamed perfectly.]


    The post insulted two people. It insinuated that Brielle and John had an inappropriate rtionship and


    suggested that Brielle’s sess was solely due to her looks.


    The sight of Brielle’s face made Amelia’s jealousy boiling over. Despite her efforts at self–care, age was


    an undeniable factor. No amount of cosmetic surgery could hide the traces of time in her eyes.


    Envious that Kenzo had rejected her and instead seemed involved with Brielle, she was livid.


    The women of Beaconsfield desired two men above all. One was Max, the reclusive CEO of Dorsey


    International, who was rarely seen in public. His photos in financial papers were reused for years, and


    he seldom gave interviews.


    The other was Kenzo, with a background simr to Max’s. One was ice, the other water. Max was


    unapproachable, but Kenzo had to make public appearances as a celebrated scriptwriter, giving others


    a chance to interact with him.


    Before meeting Kenzo, Amelia hadn’t ruled out the possibility of something happening between them.


    She had her fair share of liaisons with male artists, some of whom were attracted to a mature woman


    like her.


    But Kenzo had high standards and hadn’t given her a second nce. He must have thought she was


    too old, preferring someone like Brielle.


    Unable to bear being outdone in youth, Amelia was itching tosh out at Brielle in more


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    posts, but as a public figure, she had to restrain herself.


    Brielle had just settled into her office when Aubree’s call came through. Aubree must have just finished


    shooting and had seen the trending topic. She was livid. “What’s with that old hag targeting you? Did


    you see what she posted? Utterly despicable!”


    Brielle hadn’t heard Aubree vent like this in a long time. It warmed her heart, and she sighed.