Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 398

Everyone was shaking their heads in disappointment, the murmurs growing louder as Brielle had yet to reveal her hand. It appeared to all that this round was Connor’s win. Even Connor himself believed so. He stood up with a smug grin, his hands ready to rake in all the chips.

“Brielle, of all the people to cross, you had to pick me. I once said I’d marry you, but with your debts piling up like that, you’re not even worth a second glance. Let’s see how you’re going to

walk out of here.”

Upstairs, someone was watching the commotion from the balcony–it was Tessa.

Tessa felt a wave of satisfaction seeing everyone mock Brielle and called over Andrew to join her. She wanted Andrew to see Brielle for who she really was–a gambler who dared to sit at the high–stakes table. She had lost a fortune, and yet she thought she had the same clout as the big players. High society didn’t care about your looks; it was all about your family’s status and your capabilities.

What did that lowlife Brielle have?

Andrew walked over, hearing the bystanders‘ comments, while Connor looked like the cat that got the cream. Andrew pulled out his phone and texted Max. [If you don’t show up soon, Brielle’s going to be in deep. Heard she’s down by billions.]

Tessa, seeing Andrew texting, snuggled into his arms. “You really should advise Max to stay away from the likes of Brielle.”

Andrew chuckled softly, pocketing his phone. “He’ll get bored of her eventually.”

felt reassured and glanced down once more. “Now that she’s in debt, let’s see how she wraps this

have them. Brielle was obviously blinded by the glitz of the casino, treating billions as if they were mere

sat casually at her spot, watching as Connor smugly began to collect the chips. She stood up. “Isn’t there supposed to be security in

onlookers thought Brielle was just

eyebrow in amusement. “Still struggling, Brielle? Face it, you’re

brow. “Face what, Mr. Connor? The odds of a royal flush are one in tens

delusional, thinking you could win. You’re talking

dancing, eager to have his security toss Brielle out, but

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“Impossible!!

let out a scream, his face draining

to the two cards on the table. Those cards, along with the three community cards, formed a royal flush. Against such odds, Brielle had hit the

silent. Brielle twirled the card between her fingertips, her eyes fixed on the pile

lightly from her

they all

to cheat