No wonder Donny was so unwilling. If the script hadn''t been handed to such a director, it would indeed have been a waste of Kenzo''s talent.


    Brielle heaved a sigh, "Hand over the address of that movie star, will you? I''ll meet him personally."


    Donny''s eyes sparkled with hope, but they soon dimmed again. "Ms. Haywood, he''s really a bit odd. I''m worried he might harm you. Maybe you shouldn''t go."


    "Don''t worry about me, I''ve got a ck belt in Taekwondo. Your average Joe can''t do much to hurt me."


    Hearing this, Donny excitedly scribbled down the address. "He meets guests in that vi, but each visitor gets roughly ten minutes tops-that''s the limit of his patience." Such a diva.


    Brielle didn''t rush to meet this star. Instead, she did some digging into the movies he''d shot.


    The actor''s resume was indeed simple, as Donny had said, with all four movies he''d starred in winning awards. He was currently one of the highest-paid figures in showbiz.


    She couldn''t help but rub her temples, wondering just how hefty his paycheck must be.


    She was about to open some documents she needed for the afternoon when her phone buzzed with a text from Max. [Reply to me.]


    Brielle raised an eyebrow and immediately opened Twitter, discovering that the string of garbled characters had indeedmented on her post.


    That string of gibberish was buried under a hundred thousand otherments, rather pitiful. No fan in their wildest dreams would guess that the CEO of Dorsey International had a Twitter handle that was a system-generated mess. Finding it amusing, she responded to hisment with a rose emoji, and Max''s reply was simple-an emoji of a thumbs-up.


    Because of her response, Max''sment shot up to the top.


    [Why did Ms. Haywood reply to this ount? Who is this person?]


    [Ms. Haywood didn''t reply to me, but why did she reply to this person with no proper handle. I don''t even know if they''re a guy or a gal!]


    [I''m green with envy. Got a response and it''s a rose at that.]


    [Looks like next time I should try just a thumbs-up for myment, not even a word.]


    Max saw hisment section growing and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.


    His new ount gained a couple dozen followers, and he noticed a fanmenting under Brielle''s tweet. [Babe, look at me. I''vemented dozens of times, why haven''t you replied even once? Notice me, darling.] Thementer was a woman.


    Max''s face darkened instantly, and he swiftly opened his ount to remove the fan. His following list didn''t need such unwise individuals.


    Patrick watched Max''s series of actions, his lips twitching slightly.


    At the same time, Patrick couldn''t help but feel that only Ms. Brielle could have such an effect on Max. After all these years, this was the first time he''d seen Max engaging with social media.


    Hidden behind a string of gibberish, Max had secured the top spot in Brielle''s Twitter mentions, and he was in a good mood.


    Seizing the opportunity, Patrick brought up the matter of the TV station.


    "Those journalists are still hounding Ms. Brielle, especially the crew from ''Life Focus.'' They''re probably going to leech off her for a while."


    "Contact all the sponsors of that TV station. Tell them if they let this program continue to hassle Brielle, they''ll soon find themselves without investors for any of their shows."


    Patrick knew Max meant business and quickly set out to carry out the order.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Meanwhile, the ''Life Focus'' crew watched as their viewership numbers climbed, not nearly as high as the frenzy when Brielle made an appearance, but still much better than their previous numbers. Brielle was like a guardian angel to them.


    As for whether such reporting would affect Brielle personally, that was none of their concern. However, soon, the entire TVwork received a directive to halt all coverage of Brielle.


    The head of Life Focus'' thought he had heard wrong. Halt? Yesterday''s viewership had broken all-time records for any TV station. Hafting now would mean watching otherworks rake in the views.


    What on earth were the higher-ups thinking?


    The head was about to storm off to the executives for an argument when someone stopped him.


    "Buddy, calm down. Thework''s


    hands are tied. It''s an order from Dorsey International. If we don''t stop, they''ll pull the plug on future investments in thework. You know the clout Dorsey International wields."


    Kon?


    It was often said that looking down from the top floor of Dorsey International''s headquarters, all you could see was their assets – and there was no exaggeration in that. If Dorsey International decided to block all their investors, it wouldn''t just be ''Life Focus'' that suffered, but every program on thework would decline.


    Without sponsors, there''d be no ad revenue, and they''d be left surviving on government subsidies, with the situation only worsening.


    Hearing this, the head of ''Life Focus'' backed down. He might take on the executives, but even he wouldn''t dare challenge Dorsey International.


    He was baffled. Why would Dorsey International bother with such a trivial matter?