Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 394

Brielle was nonplussed by his tirade it was nothing more than Impotent fury.

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Connor, a big–shot CEO, was stooping to berate a woman for winning a poker game? It was crystal clear who held the moral high ground here.

The other guys at the table had been tempted to speak up for Brielle. Her stunning bluff had caught everyone off guard. Even they would’ve fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. Brielle wasn’t just playing cards; she was playing mind games.

The onlookers weren’t fans of Connor’s antics either. In this place, your poker face reflected. your true character, but with Dustin holding his peace, they just continued to watch the spectacle unfold.

The no–limit Texas Hold’em game had drawn a crowd, with folks from other floors now pressing in to see the action.

Andrew, with his arm snug around Tessa’s waist, noticed the movement towards the poker table and raised an eyebrow curiously. “What’s the hubbub?”

“Mr. Clements, haven’t you heard? There’s a newbie at the no–limit table.”

greenhorns. Was this just another lamb walking into the

add, “Connor from Apex Dynamics is there, too. Some rookie bluffed him out of millions, and he’s fuming. The game’s still on. Mr. Clements, want to take a look? The newbie’s a lady, goes by the

she didn’t seem the type to indulge in such luxuries. Even if she were with Max, that workaholic was the last person you’d expect to find in

felt an almost uncontrollable urge to check out the commotion, but Tessa clung to

for dear

had hardly set foot outside. The last person she wanted to cross paths with was Brielle. She was already feeling out of sorts, and her eyes. reddened with anger. Her health had been fragile, and she hadn’t been to any entertainment venues in years. But now, she couldn’t let Andrew out of her

already pale face taking on a pitiful cast that easily stirred Andrew’s protective instincts. After

phone and shot Max a message. [Did you know Brielle’s at the

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sat at the head of the table,

sought out Michael that very evening. clarifying the pending contract between Dorsey International and Kingston

Kingston Enterprises, although too busy to manage their business directly, were growing dissatisfied with Dorsey International’s stalling tactics. A little digging would bring everything

gathering was tense, and Max, having been dragged into it, couldn’t leave just yet. His phone

one of the luxurious private rooms upstairs. As they reached the stairwell, they could survey the lavish