Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 389

The moment Dustin swaggered up to the central poker table, a collective gasp washed through the crowd. Brielle faintly heard the murmurs of “Money Burner” bouncing around the room. Seemed like the guy was quite the legend in this joint.

She tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but Dustin nonchalantly pulled up a chair, plopping her down next to him.

Dustin was known for his revolving door of arm candy, so no one paid much mind to Brielle’s identity. Those who relished in the local gossip recognized her in an instant–wasn’t she the latest buzz on the net?

But here, nobody gave a hoot about online chitchat. Once you stepped through these doors, the only thing that earned you respect was cold, hard cash.

Overpowered by Dustin, Brielle resigned herself to the seat.

Another voice cut through the air as a figure approached, taking a seat directly across from Brielle.

Connor was late to the party and clueless about Dustin’s setup, so when he spotted Brielle, a sneer curled his lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Brielle. You’ve been quite the sensation online, I hear.”

after being dressed down by her, he harbored a grudge that just

family grapevine with Catherine, thinking Brielle had snagged Max. But Catherine had laughed in

blood. And with his business hitting the skids, his words were all the more venomous. “So what’s the plan, bedded and bored by your last sugar daddy, and now trawling for a new

million at best. He’d been biding

could easily rake in a few hundred million. There was that one CEO, nearly bankrupt and on the verge of a skydive without a parachute, who turned his fortune around with a ten billion win from

enemy of wealth itself.

He was about to retort when Brielle beat him to the punch. “Word on the street

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that because you’ve been bad–mouthing karma?”

he didn’t who he had offended. Deals

last resort, and thank goodness Dustin was there.

secret, but nobody spoke of it outright–business etiquette and all. Brielle didn’t care for such niceties, and

paint him as a bully. He scoffed, throwing a glance at Dustin, then offered a ‘friendly‘