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.

possession, Brielle tossed them into the pot. The pot

fell silent, their excitement mounting as they waited to see who would

with a flourish. “I fold. No way I’m playing this hand. Little Bri’s claiming a royal flush, and I’m not about to be the big loser here.” His face was alight with amusement, seemingly indifferent to the billions he had just lost.

with someone shouting out. “If Brielle has a royal flush, I’ll livestream

neighbor sneered. “Weren’t you the one threatening to streak

into laughter. The laughter

if they

Connor tossed in another two billion, they would go to showdown. Victory or defeat

them into the pot. The pot

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a poker table. This game was even worthy of high society’s attention. Thus, the area was packed

Connor’s bet, he stared intensely at Brielle. “I won’t be fooled again, Brielle.

much money, you could sell yourself thousands of times over, and it still wouldn’t cover your losses.”

did tell you I have a royal flush.

what they were, it was impossible for Brielle to have a straight or four–of–a–kind. For

his move because Dustin’s and Sammuel’s hands had lessened the probability of Brielle having a three–of–a–kind. The most Brielle could have was