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.”

had once fancied the idea of marrying Brielle, but after being dressed down by

with Catherine, thinking Brielle had snagged Max. But Catherine had laughed in his face

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

modest–fifty million at best. He’d been biding his

could easily rake in a few hundred million. There was that one

to make an enemy of wealth itself.

Connor’s words hung in the air, a shadow passed over Dustin’s eyes. He was about to retort when Brielle beat him to the punch. “Word on the street is

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

high for years, but now, he didn’t who he had offended. Deals crumbled one after the other. His once flush company was now drowning in debt, and the banks were cutting him

options, the casino was his last resort, and thank

an open secret, but nobody spoke of it outright–business etiquette and

would 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 clear of