Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 391

At the poker table, the game was heating up, and only Brielle had the guts to raise the stakes, pushing in a massive twelve million. If anyone wanted to stay in the game, they’d have to match that hefty sum,

Some players folded, but the pot was swelling, and was now over eighty million.

The dealer confirmed the end of the first round and flipped the community cards: a pair of fours. and the King of Hearts.

As the second round of betting began, the player to Brielle’s right put in their chips. After a moment’s thought. Brielle casually said, “Check.”

Her words triggered laughter around the table, not just from Connor but from the onlookers as well. Dustin, seated to Brielle’s left, couldn’t help but chuckle, resting his head in his hand. Brielle, puzzled by the reaction, turned to ask, “What’s so funny?”

Dustin found her innocent confusion utterly charming. “You can’t just check after someone’s raised,” he said with a light–hearted flick to her forehead. “It’s either put up or fold, darling. Don’t you know the basics?”

The murmurs started to spread through the crowd.

“I thought she was some kind of poker pro with that cool act of hers.”

“Who gave her the nerve to sit there, not knowing squat?”

is no–limit- she could lose billions if she

grasp the fundamental rules. “So naïve,” he thought, “Max would never

tossed her cards into

fold brought the round to a swift end as the seasoned players

a comedy of errors in the eyes of the onlookers, raising blindly and trying

from Connor, who then slipped a couple of chips down her cleavage with a flourish. Whistles

still back out now. Spend a couple of nights with me,

held my hand would get more than a measly twelve million from me. Be

apologized, “My apologies, Mr. Lynch. I just don’t want you

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he finished than Brielle arched an eyebrow. “Mr. Connor, before you talk about others‘ messy private lives, why not ask around about your own reputation? You were the one

to laugh, followed by Sammuel, even

was truth to her words; was he really just bitter

the dealer, “What are you waiting for? Get on with the second. round!”