Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 399

Connor’s smile was fraying at the edges, a clear sign that he wouldn’t need to deal with Brielle himself; she seemed perfectly capable of causing her own downfall.

$77777uddenly, the overhead speakers in the hall crackled to life, broadcasting a voice crisp with authority.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our casino’s state–of–the–art surveillance system offers 360–degree, no–blind–spot monitoring, capturing every nuanced movement–even the trajectory of a single hair strand. Throughout this game, we’ve observed closely, and I can assure you, Ms. Brielle has played a fair hand.”

No one doubted the capabilities of the casino’s security. Even the slickest card sharks known to grace the world’s gambling hot spots could pull no tricks here. Brielle, a mere rookie, stood. no chance of cheating under the watchful eyes of countless cameras, let alone in full view of a captivated audience. Not to mention the numerous staff backstage who had their eyes glued to this very game, making any deception on Brielle’s part next to impossible.

Connor felt as if his soul had been yanked out of his body. He slumped backward, collapsing onto the floor. It was over. All was lost.

All those chips were squandered–his company’s last lifeline was gone.

14.3 billion. He could’ve won 14.3 billion, but Brielle, that wretched woman, had ruined everything. And now, he was in debt–4 billion in the hole.

Trembling took over Connor’s frame as he watched Brielle return 4.3 billion in chips to Dustin with a smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Lynch, consider this doubled and returned.”

“Should

but her expression remained impassive throughout, a blend of audacity

non–paired hand has 16 variations, and each off–suited non–pair hand has 12.

shoulder to halt her explanation. “So it’s not luck.

eyes.

at all surprised by

of people like Dustin, held little value. Yet the more he observed Brielle, the more he was taken by her–she

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expression of delight.

of you. How about you

cut short by Connor’s bellowing. “Bitch! You vile bitch! I don’t believe it! I don’t

as burly security guards dragged him away; his figure was the epitome of

Brielle and Dustin’s exchange, realizing that this wasn’t merely luck at play: Brielle had been calculating her moves all along. The gambling world was rife with. pros skilled in the art of odds, but none

a true prodigy.