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.

tossed them into the pot. The pot swelled by another two billion, reaching an astronomical 12.3 billion.

excitement mounting as they waited to see who would win

Bri’s claiming a royal flush, and I’m not

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

“Weren’t you the one threatening

surrounding crowd erupted into laughter.

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

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

borrowed two billion in chips and threw them into the pot. The pot grew to a

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dreams of the average person, let alone on a poker table. This game was even worthy of high society’s attention. Thus, the area was packed

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

yourself thousands of times over, and it still

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

three sixes. Dustin had just admitted to having a pair of aces, and with the community cards being what they were, it was impossible for Brielle to have a straight or four–of–a–kind. For Brielle to win, she needed a royal flush, but that was one in

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 a