Master of his heart

Chapter 588

Brielle’s face showed little emotion as she took in her surroundings. She had seen the dark underbelly of high society and was not shocked by the depths people could sink to. “You can trust a person’s heart.” she mused, “but never their nature.”

“John, are these scripts strewn all over your bed, your work?”

John’s face was a map of decay, his eyes brimming with a forlorn hope as he nodded weakly. “Yes, they’re all part of a single script, penned by my protégé. He passed away last year… leukemia. I had no money for his treatment and couldn’t borrow any. I begged my ex–wife for help.”

But the help he sought came at the price of his dignity. She demanded he kneel, promising financial aid if he did. John did kneel, only to be met with her laughter and a hundred–dollar bill thrown at his face as a cruel joke. “Can’t believe you actually did it. I was just kidding! Here’s something for your troubles. It probably won’t even cover the cab fare. Consider it a token from me.”

John was humiliated beyond words, but any thoughts of retaliation were futile, given the group of bodyguards that shadowed the woman.

back up? No, you stay right there in that

John’s eyes. Instead, she picked up the script and began to read. It was a story of life at the bottom rung: a brother and sister struggling against a

immediately. It had a raw authenticity

a real talent,” she

sobs. The script was indeed a gem, filled with the solidarity

bring this script to life? I’m sure you wouldn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.

eyes. Could it be

into a smile. “I have no intention of hiring A–listers. What about this young man to play the brother? And I already