"Everyone''s still around, dying to catch a glimpse of Brielle. Why haven''t you brought her here yet? I''ve already promised them that they can all find jobs with a sry over ten grand a month. Honey, we really hit the jackpot this time."
The sound of his wife''s nagging voice made Kingston feel irritable.
Why hadn''t those rtives left yet? They had been waiting all morning.
He regretted speaking too soon and even inviting so many people over to his ce, guaranteeing them he''d bring Brielle back.
Now it felt like a p in the face.
"Is everyone watching the show?"
"What show? Honey, are you on TV? Oh my gosh, did thework approach you because you''re Brielle''s dad?"
Learning that they hadn''t watched the show yet, Kingston finally felt a bit less embarrassed.
"I''ll exin everything when I get back. For now, just find an excuse to send the rtives packing. They weren''t this eager to help when we were down and out. Now that they''ve heard my daughter is a CEO, they''re all too willing to grace us with their presence. As for the jobs, let''s wait and see who''s the most sincere, and we''ll make a deal with them."
The woman thought it over and agreed. Why should they hand out favors to these people?
"Alright, I''ll talk to them."
Kingston hung up the phone, feeling utterly restless. He had to find a way to make Brielle acknowledge him, or he''d be looked down upon by the rtives sooner orter.
His hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel as various ns flickered through his mind, only to be dismissed one after another.
Back in the day, giving up his daughter was a simple decision. Their house had two bedrooms - one for him and his wife, and the other for his son. There was no room for a daughter, so she was abandoned. After all, a daughter wasn''t seen as useful.
Back then, there was no custom of wedding gifts. Otherwise, he would''ve never given up his daughter. Raising her could''ve fetched lots of money now.
Kingston nced at Ster Stage Entertainment with a determined look in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Brielle had returned to the Ster Stage Entertainment building, thinking back on Kingston''s words with a hint of amusement.
She took out the paternity test and struggled to believe that such a man could be her father.
A trace of coldness swept across her eyes, but this was Mark''s investigation. It was unlikely to be a mistake.
Frustrated, she put the paternity test aside and rubbed her temples.
The phone number of the testing center was on the paper. After a moment''s thought, she called to confirm the results, which indeed verified their father-daughte rtionship.
If Kingston had been a decent, uncalcting middle-aged man, who had genuine difficulties when he abandoned her, Brielle wouldn''t be so disgusted with her heritage She would have certainly helped her
settle into their old age
But this family, who preferred a son over a daughter and abandoned her for that reason, was now foolishly hoping to get money from her. Dream on.
Brielle tossed the paternity test documents into a drawer and headed downstairs to drive back to Premier Pce.
The car she was driving was a gift
from Max. She had initially thought it too shy, but they had just
reconciled, and she couldn''t bear to reject her boyfriend''s gift, so she epted it with grace.
Stepping out of the car, she could smell chicken soup from a distance and chuckled.
Wesley was at it again, brewing soup.
The wreath was still hanging inside Premier Pce, warming her heart as she pushed open the door.
"I''m back." She called out, seeing Max sitting on the couch in a meeting, bathed in the brilliant light from above, as if sprinkled with glittering gold dust.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.
Her heart warmed up. She used to long for a family and yearn for her parents. However, reality repeatedly yed jokes on her.
She realized she shouldn''t fantasize about boarding any ship, for she already had the sea.