Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 390

The crowd’s gaze wasn’t on Connor; instead, it was fixated on Brielle.

Seated around the table were faces regularly splashed across the finance sections of newspapers, scions of the top ten magnate families of Beaconsfield, and North American blue bloods like Dustin.

And Brielle? She was none of these things. Yet here she was, taking her seat at this thrilling. eye–opening poker game, her posture poised with a confidence that belied her status.

Typically, the women accompanying the high rollers to a casino like this clung to their benefactors, playing the role of arm candy with a practiced grace. They would barely dare to breathe too loudly while their patrons studied their cards, fearing to provoke any displeasure.

This casino epitomized luxury, and many guests often brought along the top ladies of the entertainment industry as their dates, ranging from award–winning actresses to adored ingénues. Even the most seasoned celebrities would find themselves awestruck upon their first visit to this establishment, but Brielle’s eyes betrayed no such wonder, sparking curiosity. in those around her.

However, the people here weren’t as gossipy as the online trolls, who threw around vicious comments without a second thought. Most of those critics weren’t worth a million, while the ones standing in this room were at least millionaires.

Experience limits one’s perspective, perspective limits ability, and ability dictates the playing field–it’s a vicious cycle. That was why most of the crowd wouldn’t stoop to vulgar insults about a woman.

bet at this table? Can you handle the loss if your luck runs out? Do you have any

miss of the Haywood family, they hadn’t provided her with a life of luxury. Her car wasn’t even worth two

her and spoke

Connor speechless. His body was shaking with silent rage, thought he couldn’t

you’ll realize that there are places that just aren’t meant

table. Apart from Dustin and Connor, she recognized everyone else,

could only return the gesture with a small smile of her own before the dealer

silence.

casinos, playing no–limit was another league entirely, especially with a wild card like Dustin in the mix. The pot could swell to an astronomical sum in the blink of an eye.

help but steal glances at Brielle, whose composure seemed

of dealing commenced, the players to the dealer’s

to her, Dustin also checked

million, bringing the pot

typically saw cautious plays, and such early raises were either the mark