Chapter 692


    Brielle’s taxi pulled up outside the towering edifice of Ster Stage Entertainment to find a throng of


    people already crowding the entrance. Reporters were broadcasting live, their cameras pointed at the


    chaos. It was a blockade, utterly imprable.


    The driver, catching sight of the bem, couldn’t help but exim, “Thispany’s the devil incarnate,


    I tell ya. Heard the big boss is forcing some poor girl to her demise. Utterly wicked”


    Brielle, masked to avoid recognition, had now realized that the situation with Ster Stage


    Entertainment had gone citywide in no time. She had the driver circle the building, but everywhere was


    swamped with frenzied fans, held back only by the burly security guards who were preventing what


    seemed like an


    imminent not.


    Rubbing her temples, she resignedly gave the driver Tiffanie’s address. As soon as they reached


    Tiffanie’s apartment building. Brielle’s phone began to ring. It was an unfamiliar number. A sense of


    foreboding washed over her. She hesitated before finally answering just as it was about to disconnect.


    Michael’s voice came through, terse and unamused. “It looks like you’ve messed up.”


    He was referring to her promise to skyrocket Ster Stage Entertainment’s performance within six


    months. Thepany’s reputation was now in the gutter, worse than ever before.


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    Ster Stage Entertainment used to be off the radar, but now it’s the town pariah. Forget about profits.


    The stock’s barely staying afloat.


    “Brielle, you’ve lost.” His tone was icy, but Brielle could detect a hint of pleasure. “I’ll give you a sum of


    money. Leave Beaconsfield.”


    Already on edge from a spat with Max, Brielle’s stubbornness surged at Michael’s words. “Michael, the


    game isn’t over yet.”


    He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with condescension, “Without Max, what chance do you


    have? Face it, Brielle, you and Max were never meant to be.”


    “If I were the type to ept my fate, I would’ve starved on the streets as a child. I’vee this far


    because I never gave up.


    Her tone was even, devoid of emotion. She paid the driver with cash from her purse and looked up at


    Tiffanie’s residence.


    “The universe hasn’t settled yet, Michael. There’s always uncertainty.”


    A chill flickered in Michael’s eyes. He detested the defiance of those from the lower rungs of society. To


    him, the world’s wealth and power belonged to the elite, and despite Brielle’s tenacity, her origins were


    her shackles.


    Economists termed the chances of social mobility as a measure of hope for the underprivileged. High


    mobility meant a chance for the poor, most people like Brielle clung to that hope. But in a stable,


    developing country, social mobility inevitably dwindled.


    Beaconsfield was one such ce where mobility was scarce, its resources and connections cemented


    within an exclusive circle. For Brielle to climb out of this quagmire was nigh impossible.


    Michael had no more words to waste. “Ster Stage Entertainment is under Dorsey International, and


    this mess won’t leave us unscathed. We can handle the fallout if you step down now.”


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    “I haven’t lost yet, Michael.” With that, Brielle hung up first.


    Michael, staring into the silent phone, was shrouded in darkness. He managed to held hisposure


    and turned his attention back to the news on TV


    When Brielle found Tiffanie, she was on her way out. Her face lit up at Brielle’s arrival. “I was about to


    look for you. What’s our next move?”


    Brielle shrugged, “Give me the USB stick.”


    Tiffanie quickly handed it over, along with herptop. The video on the stick showed Arnelia, not as the


    irondy she was known to be but cooing vile sweet nothings to two men clinging to her. Their


    conversation got more repulsive by the moment.


    Brielle smirked. This footage was gold.


    Tiffanie was pacing, anxious. “Do we release it now? Ster Stage Entertainment’s about to be torn


    apart


    as it is!”


    Instead of releasing it right away, Brielle anonymously leaked a message within Ster Stage


    Entertainment. [Looking to buy shares at $50 a pop. Interested parties, get in touch.]


    The number she left was foreign, free from local tracking, and untraceable to Mason. With the


    company’s stock plummeting, the offer was a godsend for shareholders. Yet, some questioned the


    legitimacy of the deal. With Ster Stage Entertainment in the eye of the storm, why would anyone offer


    such a price for its shares? What was the buyer’s angle?