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.

in her possession, Brielle tossed them into the pot. The pot swelled by

mounting as they waited to see who would win this gamble.

Bri’s claiming a royal

chuckles from the crowd, with someone shouting out. “If Brielle has a

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

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

bowed out as if they truly believed Brielle’s

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

them into the pot. The pot grew to

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

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

could sell yourself thousands of times over, and

you I have a royal flush. Why won’t

no mood for banter and revealed his hand–a three–of–a–kind, 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

hands had lessened the probability of Brielle having a