Chapter 665

Brielle’s aches melted away in an instant as she watched Alivia dominate the entire TV screen with her poised presence.

This was the official broadcaster, and getting an interview slot here took some real clout.

Inevitably, the gossip mills churned once more, speculating about Alivia’s relationship with Max. Brielle couldn’t care less. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the television off.

She was in a bit of a fugitive state of mind, avoiding thoughts of Max, and instead headed to Stellar Stage Entertainment. Upon arrival, someone was already waiting in the lobby–John’s ex–wife, Amelia.

Amelia had bided her time before showing up at Stellar Stage Entertainment, which showed she had some patience.

Brielle was clutching the script Kenzo had passed to her, and Amelia’s eyes narrowed at the sight of that familiar cover.

“Kenzo’s working with Stellar Stage Entertainment now?” Disbelief tinged her voice as she sized up Brielle.

Having been through the wringer with Max the night before, Brielle still had a glow in her eyes that could be misconstrued.

Amelia bit back her frustration, “Were you with Mr. Kenzo last night?” She had parted ways with Kenzo just the previous evening, and at that time, he hadn’t found a partner yet. Yet here was his script, in Brielle’s hands overnight.

Wasn’t Kenzo supposed to be indifferent to women?

Too many companies had tried to seduce him with beauty before. After all, a script by Kenzo was synonymous with untold riches and rave reviews. But every woman sent his way had been turned away. Eventually, some tried a different tactic, sending attractive men instead, but to no avail.

With Brielle looking the way she did, it was hard not to jump to conclusions.

Amelia had never taken Brielle seriously, who was just the CEO of some nearly bankrupt outfit.

Stellar Stage Entertainment’s cash flow was probably less than her personal bank account. What kind of benefits could this CEO reap?

She sneered, “I’m Amelia, a director. Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Haywood. I’ve heard much about you.”

Her lips said ‘pleasure, but her refusal to offer a handshake spoke volumes of contempt.

Brielle hadn’t expected to be cornered as soon as she stepped into the lobby. She couldn’t be bothered to engage. “If you have a proposition to discuss, Ms. Amelia, you can coordinate with the receptionist. I’ll schedule a time.”

Amelia’s eyes narrowed sharply, almost disbelieving what she heard. How was the CEO of some crumbling company busier than her? Amelia had turned down several invitations to come to Stellar Stage Entertainment!

“Ms. Haywood, I believe Stellar Stage Entertainment’s stocks are nearly depleted. This company might not even exist tomorrow, so there’s no need for such airs.”

Still fuming from the morning’s events, Brielle looked up, her patience worn thin. “Ms. Amelia, you needn’t worry about Stellar Stage Entertainment. Even if you’re done, Stellar Stage Entertainment won’t be. I’m busy. Good day.”

“You!”

Amelia was so angry she took a few steps to follow but was stopped by security.

Watching Brielle’s retreating figure, Amelia nearly laughed in rage. Did Brielle even know who she was? She was the most sought–after female director!

Fuming, Amelia took out her phone and fired off a post on her social media. [Stellar Stage Entertainment’s CEO is indeed young and attractive, quite the strategist. She’s got my ex–husband tamed perfectly.]

The post insulted two people. It insinuated that Brielle and John had an inappropriate relationship and suggested that Brielle’s success was solely due to her looks.

The sight of Brielle’s face made Amelia’s jealousy boiling over. Despite her efforts at self–care, age was an undeniable factor. No amount of cosmetic surgery could hide the traces of time in her eyes.

Envious that Kenzo had rejected her and instead seemed involved with Brielle, she was livid.

The women of Beaconsfield desired two men above all. One was Max, the reclusive CEO of Dorsey International, who was rarely seen in public. His photos in financial papers were reused for years, and he seldom gave interviews.

The other was Kenzo, with a background similar to Max’s. One was ice, the other water. Max was unapproachable, but Kenzo had to make public appearances as a celebrated scriptwriter, giving others a chance to interact with him.

Before meeting Kenzo, Amelia hadn’t ruled out the possibility of something happening between them.

She had her fair share of liaisons with male artists, some of whom were attracted to a mature woman like her.

But Kenzo had high standards and hadn’t given her a second glance. He must have thought she was too old, preferring someone like Brielle.

Unable to bear being outdone in youth, Amelia was itching to lash out at Brielle in more 09:29 posts, but as a public figure, she had to restrain herself.

Brielle had just settled into her office when Aubree’s call came through. Aubree must have just finished shooting and had seen the trending topic. She was livid. “What’s with that old hag targeting you? Did you see what she posted? Utterly despicable!”

Brielle hadn’t heard Aubree vent like this in a long time. It warmed her heart, and she sighed.