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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was livid, fists clenched. “Don’t get cocky, Brielle. Do you think I’d lose if it weren’t

soft chuckle and flipped her cards for all to see. A four and a seven. There’s

cards factored in, she had what folks would call a big fat nothing – not even strong enough to beat Connor’s

had been holding the weakest hand

the room.

verge of rejecting reality. It took a while before he seemed to choke

Brielle just smiled and started to organize her chips. She was the new billionaire at

the table.

someone finally dared ask, “So she bluffed with

was it that said they’d eat their hat?” another

was betting on

of chips before her. She offered one more piece of wisdom, “Mr. Connor, you really need to work on your game face. If you

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been yours.”