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?”

no–limit- she could lose billions

didn’t even grasp the fundamental rules. “So naïve,” he thought, “Max would never fall for someone

Brielle tossed her cards into the muck. “Then I

brought the round to a swift end as the seasoned players made quick

a comedy of errors in the eyes of the onlookers, raising blindly and trying to check when it wasn’t allowed.

Connor, who then slipped a couple of chips down her cleavage

back out now. Spend a couple of nights with me, and I’ll cover what you lose so

even the ones who’ve just held my hand would get more than a measly twelve million from me. Be careful with your

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

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others‘ messy private lives, why not ask around about your own

to laugh, followed by Sammuel,

red with fury. His constant needling at Brielle had everyone wondering if there was truth to her words; was he really just bitter because he

at the dealer, “What are you waiting for? Get on with the