Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

But Brielle was no longer the director, and it had been her who had initially promoted Sydney. Until the new director arrived, Sydney was the most influential person in the department.

The new director was none other than Spencer, who was rumored to be canoodling with Sydney. Naturally, he wouldn’t fire his own flame.

Brielle felt a knot of disgust in her stomach, but she had to hurry over to Stellar Stage Entertainment to check on the situation. So, after offering some brief words of comfort to her colleagues, she prepared to leave the office.

Just then, Sydney returned, her previous timidity and respect toward Brielle replaced with scom. “Brielle, I heard you got canned because you socked Mr. Dorsey. How could you be so dumb? You didn’t seriously think that just because Mr. Dorsey fancied you, you could get away with murder, did you?”

Sydney had completely changed her tune, and remembering the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Alivia, she felt sick. Alivia had been harsh because of Brielle, so naturally, Sydney directed her anger at Brielle.

“Brielle, have you finished handing over your last project? If so, please make yourself scarce. We’ve got work to do here, and there’s no time to entertain the likes of you.” She emphasized the words “the likes of you” with a sneer and turned toward her office.

Brielle noticed that Sydney wasn’t at her usual workstation but in the director’s office instead. Her brows furrowed, her gaze landing on Sydney’s back.

Feeling Brielle’s stare, Sydney’s posture grew even more triumphant. “You know, I should thank you for promoting me. Little did you know, Mr. Dorsey has been pursuing me. If you wouldn’t mind, tell Mr. Dorsey to stop hounding me. And all those times he bothered you were only because you looked a bit like me. Don’t go getting any wild ideas.”

Sydney wasn’t afraid of Brielle anymore

after all, Brielle was no longer in charge.

Brielle couldn’t help but laugh. “You badmouth me, yet you imitate me. Don’t you find yourself contradictory? Deep down, you must really want to be me.” Her tone was indifferent as she passed a few documents to a colleague.

Sydney was stung by the remark, her face darkening. It was one thing to imitate someone’s style, quite another to have it pointed out so bluntly, and it felt like a blow to her pride. Her fists clenched, her breath quivering. Compared to Brielle’s calm demeanor, she felt utterly defeated. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

A cold look passed through Sydney’s eyes, and she thought of the possibility that Brielle might still be ensnaring the CEO. It made her stomach churn.

But it didn’t matter. As long as she kept wearing these clothes and made frequent visits to the CEO’s side, Max would soon forget Brielle and fall for her. After all, Brielle wouldn’t be at Dorsey International anymore, and a fleeting fancy would fade with distance.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t get too comfortable, Brielle. You’ll have your share of

tears.”

Brielle watched Sydney’s overconfident departure and just chuckled to herself. “Every time someone tells me that, they end up being the one with bad luck.”

“You!” Sydney couldn’t outwit Brielle with words. Fuming, she stormed into her office and slammed the door shut.

Shaking her head with a wry smile, Brielle finished up her paperwork and left Dorsey International. She didn’t bother to plead her case to Max or ask him to fire Sydney.

However, as she was getting into her car, she ran into Sydney’s boyfriend – the same one from before, dressed simply and waiting outside the building. He was probably there for Sydney, his lovestruck expression betraying no knowledge of her behind–the–scenes machinations.

Brielle had no interest in meddling in other people’s dramas. She started her car and set the navigation for Stellar Stage Entertainment.

The entertainment company was a good hour’s drive from Dorsey International and equally distant from Premier Palace.

Michael’s decision to place her at Stellar Stage Entertainment was clearly a strategic move. If she focused her energy on this new company, meetings with Max would inevitably dwindle.

On her drive over, Stellar Stage Entertainment had already been notified of their incoming new director. However, the atmosphere among the staff lacked any sign of welcome. Changing directors was a regular occurrence, and the previous one, Ryan, had colluded with the higher–ups to exploit the talent even more. So the news of a new director only made the young employees more scared, fearing someone worse than Ryan might arrive.

A boy in a baseball cap stood in front of a marble table while a portly man in his fifties sat in the office chair.

The young man standing had a clean, refreshing aura, like a spring in a mountain brook. Even those accustomed to beauty couldn’t help but be drawn to his presence.