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.”

Brielle, but after being dressed down by

Max. But Catherine had laughed in his face just days before, claiming Brielle was

demeaning him while groveling to another man boiled his 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 one? But after Dorsey’s had his fill, I doubt you’ll find

best. He’d been biding his time, waiting for

Dustin. Sitting at a table with him meant you could easily rake in a few hundred million. There was that one CEO,

cross Dustin unless they were looking to make an enemy of wealth itself.

was about to retort when Brielle

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you’ve been bad–mouthing

He’d been living high for years, but now, he didn’t who he had offended.

other options, the casino was his last resort, and thank goodness Dustin

rippled through the onlookers. Apex Dynamics’s troubles were an open secret, but nobody spoke of it outright–business etiquette and all. Brielle didn’t care for such niceties, and Connor was left smarting from the blow.

only paint him as a bully. He scoffed, throwing a glance at Dustin, then offered a ‘friendly‘ warning. “Mr. Lynch, you’d do well to steer