Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 397

Connor simply scoffed with a derisive smirk, choosing to remain silent, but the onlookers were anything but calm.

Everybody was aware of Brielle’s victory in the previous round, and using the same tactic again would be foolish. Yet, with the pot swelling with money, everyone held their breath in

anticipation of this round’s outcome.

The last betting round was upon them, and it was Brielle’s turn to act first. However, Brielle had. already gone all–in during the last round of betting. Now, she could either call or fold.

If she folded, she would lose everything she had invested–the colossal sum of eight hundred. million would become someone else’s fortune. Continuing to call, though, meant risking losing far more than that.

The spectators‘ throats were tight with tension, yet Brielle merely turned to Dustin. “Mr. Lynch, could I trouble you for a loan of two billion chips?”

Dustin raised an eyebrow, seemingly enjoying the sight of Brielle asking him for help. Without hesitation, he gestured to a waiter, who quickly returned with two billion in chips.

At this poker table, money had ceased to be just money; it was as if the chips were merely insubstantial pieces of paper.

into the pot. The pot

their excitement mounting as they waited to see who would win this

Bri’s claiming a royal flush, and I’m not about to be the big loser here.” His

drew scornful chuckles from the crowd, with someone shouting out. “If Brielle has a royal flush, I’ll livestream myself eating a chair!”

one threatening

face turned beet red, and the surrounding crowd erupted into laughter. The laughter died quickly as

Dustin’s fold, Sammuel also bowed out as if they

two billion, they would go to showdown.

billion in chips and threw them into the pot. The pot grew

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dreams of the average person, let alone on a poker table. This game was even worthy of

intensely at Brielle. “I won’t

so much money, you could sell yourself thousands of times

“Mr. Connor, I did tell you I have a royal flush. Why won’t

community cards being what they were, it was

and Sammuel’s hands had lessened the probability of Brielle having a three–of–a–kind. The most