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.

were in her possession, Brielle tossed them into the pot. The pot swelled by another two billion, reaching an astronomical 12.3 billion.

as they waited to see

cards with a flourish. “I fold. No way I’m playing this hand. Little Bri’s claiming a royal flush, and I’m not about

words drew scornful chuckles from the crowd, with someone shouting out. “If Brielle has a royal flush, I’ll livestream

sneered. “Weren’t you the one threatening to streak last round?”

turned beet red, and the surrounding crowd erupted into laughter. The laughter

fold, Sammuel also bowed out as if they truly believed Brielle’s claim of a

two billion, they

and threw them into the pot. The pot grew to

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a poker table. This game was even worthy of high society’s

Brielle. “I won’t

could sell yourself thousands of

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

Dustin had just admitted to having a pair of aces, and with the community cards being what they were, it was

was bold in 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