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

four and a seven. There’s no

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

been holding the weakest hand possible!

the room. The crowd was speechless.

verge of rejecting reality. It took a

organize her chips. She was the new

the table.

silence, someone finally dared ask, “So she bluffed with nothing and

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

was betting on a streak run?”

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

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been yours.”