Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1405

In the middle of the live stream everyone was glued to, the production team cheekily flashed a line on the screen:

"Mr. Dorsey has forgotten he's still mic'd up."

The viewers lost their minds.

"Don't anyone dare remind him! Hank, if you keep this under wraps, I'll become your biggest fan and throw all my money at your shows!"

"Stay quiet, and you're my hero!"

"Let's pitch in for a new gig for Hank. We're here for the whole ride this time!"

Meanwhile, Brielle and King were blissfully unaware of the online frenzy. After finishing her meal, King reached over with a napkin to wipe the corners of Brielle's mouth. Brielle gave him a look.

"Try not to be so cozy, I can handle it."

"Oh."

King complied, unusually obedient, instinctively starting to tidy up.

Brielle spoke up again.

"Let someone else handle that. The crew has waited long enough. Didn't you say the other groups have already left? Let's get moving."

King nodded again and put down the dishes.

The viewers went even crazier.

"OMG! Is Mr. Dorsey always this well-behaved off-camera?!"

"A bossy CEO in public but a soft puppy in private?!"

"I'm living for this! Hank knows exactly what we want. Hank, you're our godsend, the master of spreading sweetness."

"Some folks just don't get it. Why call him Hank? Makes him sound old. Call him Big H."

And so, amid the chants for Big H, Hank decided not to clue King in about the still-live mic.

The camera continued following Brielle, who had now hopped into a vehicle driven by a crew member, giving the audience a close-up. Brielle smiled at the camera, leaning in to ask,

"Have you all eaten yet? It's my first

time

an on a reality show, so if there's

We're

off, please forgive me

just here to have 3

As the camera zoomed in on Brielle,

the online audience erupted with excitement.

fun."

"Is she always this stunning without makeup? I've never noticed before!"

"Why do you think Max chose her?"

"Is that nose and those eyes even real? Unbelievable!"

Ever polite, Brielle leaned into the camera for a moment, asked a few questions, then smiled and returned to her seat.

The camera occasionally showed them and the scenery outside.

Four hours later, they arrived at a remote countryside village.

The houses here had been rented out, and they were told they'd have to choose farm work for the day

based on their arrival order. No work, no dinner, and they'd need to use their earned labor points to trade with the crew for essentials.

Besides King, there were three other male celebrities. Their names were placed into a box, and the four female guests would each draw a name to decide who they'd partner with for the day.

Upon hearing the rules, King instinctively looked at Brielle, leaning in to whisper,

"I'll have the crew slip my name to you. Just reach into the box and pretend to draw, and we'll still be a team."

His words, clearly captured by his mic, were broadcasted to all the viewers.

"I'm dead. Mr. Dorsey knows how to play the game."

"I'm convinced now. He really doesn't know he's still mic'd."

"I can't even right now. My jaw's stuck open!"

Brielle, hearing King's suggestion, glanced at him and chuckled.

"Isn't that cheating?"

"Brielle, we're the bosses here."

The online audience was in stitches.