Master of his heart

Chapter 694

The social media storm surrounding Stellar Stage Entertainment and Beaconsfield College was a force to be reckoned with. Hundreds of thousands of comments bombarded the college’s official Twitter page, each one screaming for the institution to revoke Brielle’s degree. “A student like that is an embarrassment to Beaconsfield College!” they cried out in digital uproar.

Despite the online frenzy, Beaconsfield College, a titan in the academic rankings, remained silent, biding its time.

Behind closed doors, the college’s leadership–many of whom had climbed the ranks from professorship–convened in urgent meetings. Those who had taught Brielle held a fondness for the bright and diligent student. To them, her brilliance was not simply intelligence but raw talent.

Effort determined one’s lower limits, but talent set the ceiling.

Dorsey International was backing them and had insisted that the college stand by Brielle. The faculty’s resolve only hardened. They would protect this exceptional pupil at all costs. So, as the Twitter feed descended into chaos, the college focused instead on compiling Brielle’s impressive academic record, ready to silence the critics with cold, hard facts.

Meanwhile, at Stellar Stage Entertainment, the tension was palpable. Silence had fallen in the dance studio, where artists usually honed their craft. Donny walked among them, feeling the weight of their collective despair. He sighed and rallied them with a few choice words. “Keep practicing, folks. Put your faith in Ms. Haywood.”

Donny’s belief in Brielle was unshakable. Despite their brief acquaintance, he was convinced she had a plan up her sleeve, that her silence was just the calm before the storm.

Stellar Stage down.

group. A young woman wiped away her tears and stood tall, her voice breaking the

world’s anger didn’t exist. Their dreams and beliefs slowly took root once more, and Donny watched with a nod, confident in the resilience of these

vitriol continued unabated. Online, the hateful comments persisted. Nearly a million comments piled up beneath Brielle’s social media posts, yet she remained

chaos unfold with a smirk barely concealed. “This is

like John, belong at the bottom.”

Brielle desired the script, but she seemed to have forgotten to check if she even had the capability to handle

a youthful male artist, her new object of fascination. Given her uplifting mood, she planned on spending some ‘quality time‘ with him in the master bedroom.

barely hit the floor when shouts echoed from

her body and rose from the bed. “What’s wrong now?! Isn’t everything going according to

online right

distress displayed by her secretary gave Amelia pause and, with a