Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 393

Brielle was the epitome of cautious, never going all–in unless she was one hundred percent. sure of a win. This was simply her nature and not a trait she was willing to compromise on.

Once Connor understood this, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only discard the two cards.

“How could this damned jerk be so lucky. Damn it, after leaving the casino tonight, I must have someone kill her.” Connor was cursing in his heart, his teeth grinding together in anger.

His discard wasn’t made with a full heart, and the distance from the dealer prompted a second check. “Mr. Connor, are you sure you want to fold?” the dealer inquired.

Connor glanced at Brielle’s smug expression, tasting the bitterness in his mouth. “Fold!”

The dealer collected his cards, turning them over for all to see a pair of fives and a pair of aces. Not the strongest hand, but not the weakest either, thanks to the aces. All eyes were on Brielle now. Everyone was itching to see what she held.

With a nonchalance that only added to the tension, Brielle raked the entire pot towards herself, offering Connor a simple. “Thanks for the game.”

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livid, fists clenched. “Don’t get cocky, Brielle. Do you think I’d lose if it weren’t for you holding a royal flush? Just

all to see. A four and a seven. There’s no royal flush,

cards factored in, she had what folks would call a big

holding the weakest hand

room. The

verge of

and started to organize her chips. She was the new billionaire

the table.

about twenty seconds of stunned silence, someone finally dared ask, “So she bluffed with nothing and raised three hundred

was it that said they’d

was betting on a streak

while she just smiled sweetly at the mountain of chips before her. She offered one more piece of wisdom, “Mr. Connor, you really need to work

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been yours.”