Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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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.”

That wasn’t a game for greenhorns. Was this just another

“Connor from Apex Dynamics is there, too. Some rookie bluffed him out of millions, and he’s fuming. The game’s still

face tensed, thinking he’d misheard. Brielle at a high–stakes table? Membership alone cost a fortune, and she didn’t seem the type to indulge in such luxuries. Even if she were with

urge to check out the commotion, but Tessa clung

for dear life.

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 sight. An unsettling feeling had

let’s not go over there. I’m not feeling well,” she said, her already pale face taking on a pitiful cast that easily stirred Andrew’s protective

and shot Max a message. [Did you

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estate, where Michael sat at the head of the table, coughing twice but remaining silent.

pending contract between Dorsey International and

to manage their business directly, were growing dissatisfied with Dorsey International’s stalling tactics. A little digging would bring everything to light.

Max, having been dragged into it, couldn’t leave just yet. His phone was on silent, so he missed Andrew’s

escorted Tessa to one of the luxurious private rooms upstairs.