Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Just as everyone

expected Dustin to chime in. Brielle looked up, her tone casual. “Ah screw it. I’m going all in,” she said as she pushed her remaining four hundred million in chips into the

pot.

The pot swelled to 2.3 billion, but three players had yet to make their move. Brielle must’ve been on cloud nine, having won only one hand, and now daring to go all in like this.

Dustin maintained his pose, propping his chin with one hand. A faint smile curled at the comers of his mouth as he watched Brielle risk eight hundred million on her own. “Since Bri’s got guts. I might as well go all in, too.” In front of him lay a towering stack of two billion chies

Chips here could be exchanged anytime, so he wasn’t fazed by the sum.

It wasn’t unusual for Dustin to go berserk nobody was surprised by it. But with the pot hitting 4.3 billion, who wouldn’t be tempted? Everyone seemed to hold their breath, their palms slick with sweat.

It was Sammuel’s turn to speak. Unruffled, he matched the two billion.

“Wow! What on earth are they holding?!”

out yet,

much. He’s always messing around like

pot hits ten billion, the casino boss usually meets with

last time. All eyes turned to Dustin as if expecting him to reveal his hand. He tapped his cards lightly,

gambled with Dustin knew he was a straight shooter, hence the nickname ‘Money Burner.‘ With just

claims a pair of aces, so it must be true. Funnily enough, I’ve got two

with a pair, the other with two

players were seemingly out of their minds.

was Connor’s turn. He was visibly the most agitated at the table. Sweat beaded on Connor’s forehead, his

hand was surely stronger than the other two. With the pot already at

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was out of the question. Yet to call, he needed to

a hundred million; he couldn’t possibly cover the bet. His company was deep in debt, and he had come here hoping to take eight. billion off the table to save it. And the opportunity was right

billion in chips? I’ll pay you

red–hot with feverish determination, shooting Brielle

of betting had begun, and yet the pot was about to reach a staggering 10.3 billion. Someone extended the needed chips to Connor, and with a heated breath, he called. “Call! Brielle,