"Damn it! Have the big shots at Dorsey International lost their minds? They''re actually meddling in the affairs of an ex-director?"


    "Just chill for a sec. We are sniffing around too. If we really tick off Dorsey International because of Brielle, we''re gonna pay through the nose."


    The team leader sighed heavily, lifting his hand to rub his temples. "We finally got some buzz going, and Kingston trusts us. Even if we drop the story, every other channel is gonna jump on this like a trampoline."


    "I just got a call. It''s not just our station. Everywork got a threat from Dorsey International. The reporters camped out at Ster Stage Entertainment have scattered."


    "Damn! Who the hell is Brielle?!"


    Everyone in the break room was stunned.


    They were talking about every single news outlet. Dorsey International wasn''t just making a friendly call. They must''ve had word with the top brass..


    Wasn''t Brielle supposed to be just some regr Joe with no connections, who left Dorsey International? How could she pull such strings?


    Everyone fell silent, thinking back to the scene of crazily exploiting Brielle''s story yesterday, feeling a bit intimidated.


    If the power behind her decided to get even, wouldn''t Life Focus, the show that first thrust Brielle into the spotlight, be in the line of fire?


    Twenty minutester, the Life Focus crew got the notice. The show was canceled, and to be reced by something new.


    Beaconsfield would be without its beloved Life Focus from now on.


    The production team was pped with a gag order, forbidden from mentioning anything rted to Brielle online.


    Brielle had no idea Max had intervened. She just noticed the absence of reporters around Ster Stage Entertainment.


    It was as if the bustling scene from earlier was just an illusion. She asked Donny, but even he was clueless.


    Brielle decided to let it be. After all, no reporters meant good news for her.


    She breathed a sigh of relief, packed up, and was about to call it a day when the receptionist called her. Kingston was still loitering outside, refusing to leave.


    Kingston was utterly baffled. Why had the reporters suddenly vanished, leaving him awkwardly alone?


    He tried reaching out to the Life Focus crew again, but this time, they wouldn''t even take his call.


    A sense of unease crept over Kingston. If the reporters wouldn''t show, what was he supposed to do?


    After a moment''s thought, he created a Twitter ount, bluntly named Brielle''s Birth Father. Since there were no journalists, he could postme


    ments about Brielle online


    himself.


    en FindNovel


    However, no sooner had he typed out a tirade against Brielle than his ount was suspended.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    Kingston had lived a long life but had never seen anything like it.


    He thought it was a glitch, so he appealed, only to be denied. The message imed his ount was in vition.


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    Kingston, who had spent his life overseeing warehouses and asionally dabbling in petty theft, was no criminal. To say his ount was in vition was absurd.


    Undeterred, he switched to another number and attempted to register again, only to be met with the same warning.


    Kingston was too stupid to realize someone must be pulling strings, instructing the operators not to allow any of hisments to spread.


    Out of options, Kingston loitered outside Ster Stage Entertainment, hoping to catch a glimpse of Brielle.


    Just half an hour ago, every reporter stood by his side, moring for the story. Now, he felt abandoned by the whole world.


    He nned to turn his life around relying on Brielle. After all, she was his long-lost daughter, and asking for a billion in alimony was not excessive. Bristling with anger yet powerless, Kingston waited.


    Then, a luxury car emerged from the underground parking lot, and his eyes lit up.


    "Brielle!"


    She seemed not to hear, steering in another direction.


    Infuriated, Kingston threw caution to the wind, standing in front of the car with arms syed wide in


    shameless defiance. He was sure Brielle wouldn''t dare hit him. Of she did it''d be parricide.


    She''d never live that down!


    Brielle did stop, pulling out her phone to call the cops. The police arrived swiftly and carted Kingston away.


    "Brielle! You''ll face consequences! I''m your dad! Brielle! How can you deny me!"


    Sitting in her car, Brielle heard the desperate cries. A wry smile curled at the corner of her mouth.


    This was her birth father? The man who discarded her, only to return yearster, hoping to cash in on her sess.


    Family bonds were profoundly disappointing indeed.